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Mountebank
Written: April 25, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest
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Young souls stalked by predators at night,
They aim to inflict chaos upon an elfin sight.
They don garments of gentle compassion,
And tend a hand to mountebank passion.
Lacking inspiration, youth may falter,
Without wisdom may stumble and halter.
Who desires apodictic whole annihilation?
Reach a furry hand to who lurk destination.
We are friends; disregard your dad.
He is just an elderly man without a tad.
It's not dangerous, to be jubilant.
Moving in gloom—deceit is exuberant.
Such a story may be found in prophecy.
What the devil's grasp seeks an odyssey,
A seductive lure for the wayward soul.
A web of lies spun by its vision control.
Yet, it is a hollowed oath of the heart.
Preventing villain from tearing it apart.
A radiant cheek is a display of delight.
Within a withered apple—a rotten bite.
Avoid yielding to evil lure craft.
And never let gloom drain your raft.
Support truth and path of morality.
Beware of evil deceit and brutality.
In the abyss, evil spins a web of deceit
Yet virtuous spirit will never retreat.
Remain faithful to the sacred source.
Let evil hide—thwarted in course.
Truism will ultimately prevail.
Then, a grasp of evil will avidly fail.
Stand firm—let your spirit shine bright.
Stroll along the righteous path light.
On an evil field, falsehood may thrive.
Yet virtuous spirits will forever strive.
Don't yield to nagging fears of night.
May winding roads never lead to blight.
Embrace the gentle touch of the divine.
Proceed onward with unwavering shine.
Utterly reckoning goodness will prevail.
With strength evil loss is the trail.
Remain steadfast, and let your soul soar.
Goodness and light, unlock every door.
An evil smile may be beguiling and sly.
With a pure heart, I never drove awry.
Copyright ©
Sotto Poet
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