Another poem dances through my head
Beguiling me with words as yet unread
Chance will be misfortune, plagiarised
Deception lies its hand as so disguised.
Ephemeral are thoughts so quickly lost
For fleetingly my brain they do accost
Grant wish to me, invention labelled true
Hope blooms it is a form no poet knew.
If prison waits apologies are mine
Just label me another Judas line
Keep faith my beating heart that it is so
Lest down these stairs of hell my soul will go.
Mephisto will await, such saddened curse
Neath deathful poets sadly wrapped in verse.
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