Hooked
What was the lure, that storm
That allured my faith to feel
In darkness that alluring form
That allures me there to kneel
And yet I would believe
The lores her eyes still tell
Their lurid masks deceive
Unveiling nothing in that well
That deep place of her own pain
The latency of misery
That lures me back, and again
To a shared page of history
Hunger lures the soul to net
Its wings in webs lying cold
A damped heart cannot forget
Lips soft tease like alluring gold.
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