He came to me not so long ago
With lying lips of nectar;
Adorned was he in a shiny Armour of hope,
Hope of eternal hope
With a shimmering disguise of false hope
That faded with time into eternity
Many were blinded by this quivering light
Emitted at his premier
As this betrayal of hope crawls timely in your bed
And slowly manifests in itself your head.
I often fantasize about the grand entry of this hope;
Slowly I grapple with the denial of the truth.
I am then jolted by the appearance of deceit
That many would not see not even me.