Sociopath's Sonnet
You fool, you wretch, you broken thing
you didn’t guard your heart.
Careful thrust I ply my art
and reaffirm I’m King.
It doesn’t matter how I win
only that I trap my prey
hid within my shades of grey
hoping you will let me in.
You think a wolf can love a sheep
among a herd of fools?
I share this solemn mantra:
A heart is like a keep,
your mind: a guard of tools,
and knowledge is it’s kata.
Copyright © Sky Leach | Year Posted 2016
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