Heartless Glare
Heed the sweet whispers of the evergreen,
Its song like string weaves through the canopy's hair,
But I promise, no good it brings to you, my dear
To offer to her, your love’s binding ring,
For such beauty does hath;
A heartless glare…
For even a demon’s eyes does in sunlight gleam,
But from behind masked guise, the truth will stare,
Leaving only before you a faceless being,
With darkened eyes; and string for hair.
Copyright © Cameron Hardenburg | Year Posted 2023
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