Staring with your dark panda eyes,
Lips hinting a smile,
The carrot offering,
You beckon me
To play your game of souls.
Will I be redeemed or damned?
I fear death is the promise of those eyes
Camouflaged in an angelic visage.
Like a whore peddling sex
At an anti-disestablishmentarianism convention,
I am ripped from my element.
Wary of the risks,
Searching those secretive panda eyes,
Tentatively, I offer my soul.
Damned or redeemed I play.
Older word challenge poem using the words panda, angelic, anti-disestablishmentarianism. Why else would that word ever show up in a poem. PS~ it was the opposition to the established Church of England
Copyright © Jaycee Cervenka | Year Posted 2015