Bluffers
A bluff master
Once, to my ears did whisper
Pray, listen to me, trust only me
Believe only in me, see only that which I want you to see
Falling prey to his sweet words
I let myself in his flooding waters, be engulfed
I even stopped doubting
For the bluff master was in his own being, a king
I believed that he was a perfect man
I believed that he would be my friend
I believed in his innocence
I let myself by swayed by his own dance
Meanwhile, I had, as support, a bluff Queen
My own friend, the one I called thus at sixteen
Little did I know, that both were with each other, enamored
Little did I know, that they both wanted me to be, deceived
She did also whisper to me, about her loyalty as a friend
To be all prude, she did even pretend
Why, she did cause me to lost interest in my studies
So much that I lost my other friend's companies
Why, grand was the shock
When myself, right at my face, they both did mock
Yes, I had believed in fact, my mind
It did stubbornly want to see everything as being divine
Mind you, I did break, but I did rebuild my self
Pray, faith had been poured into my breath
Now am I made of my own strength
Yes, such does allow me to walk on my road's length
But the faces of the bluff Masters and those bluff Queens
For them I am no more keen
Yes, bluffing does still work for those who do believe in this world's magic
And such does make of them vagrant beings, oh how tragic!
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