Warlock's Ploy
Warlock stands atop
Entire world, splashing hatred
Into each person
That ever hopes in getting
Ahead in this world of death
Where the plush is gone
Hope is ever elusive
And the spider weaves
His daring web of deceit
Luring the lost inside it
Warlock laughs at us
Thinking us to be lost souls
Without the darkness
That he so envelopes in
His dark soul, eaten distraught
Now the warlock preys
He looks towards the missing
The lost ones inside
And he converts them into
The deepest darkest minions
Servants of his craft
Do his bidding whenever
He desires them to
He tries to get as many
People under his hate spell
He will try to spin
The web of disillusion
So people may think
He is something that he’s not
To one day rule this planet
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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