Bait

Title 2/ BAIT Quote: Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare. William Blake The transiting sun shines on you deceptively, spreads shifting spectrum in chameleon sky, the masked faces designed by innate ingenious craft, walk you baited on the golden garden’s blind pathway. In the deluding dim night of deceptive dreams, their footfall is unheard in trance of tranquility. Their sneaky eyes probe to capture you to consume, as the masks melt in the misleading depth of darkness. In the fatal desolate domain of feral fright, under the ebony sky on the gloomy ground, the conniving creatures of night creep unsuspected, stalks the unwary prey, you can’t escape the hunt. With the desiccated life in forlorn desert, you chase the misleading mirages of deceit, while you’re seduced by their delusive enticement, your heart breaks in the debris of false temptation. The alluring animals slither in illusive wilds, cast the designed bait with bated breath. The cunning artists perform perfectly, a masquerade, unmasked, they morph into prowling predator devils. With arcane acumen of despicable trickster, as silhouettes of menace they covertly crawl into the quiet quintessence of your existential euphoria, suck seraphic ambrosia from the sanctum of your soul. The turning time’s deceiving show goes on and on, prevailing spotlights shine on veiled visage of fraud. Finding a fake place to survive in the archive of pretension, you turn into antique lure in the museum of masked faces.