Trespasser of the Dark

 

she sneaks into my hearth
to rob the drippings of my brush
animated images ~ my life and loves
stalks my inner sanctuary
seeking glory for herself

she must have no conscience
hollow with no heart or soul
nothing to draw up ~ bloodless veins
she drinks instead from mine
as a trespasser of the dark

tresspasser

her deception is transparent
thief of my sensual syllables
she can only buy the superficial
 images I paint with words
will never lend her my soul

trespasser of the darkness
behold the plight of the deceiver
man’s glory is only a facade
illusional accolades ~ momentary
prevarication is always unveiled
the reaper will collect his toll

©dorianna ric
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