Hovering just out of reach,
Sightless shroud of
malcontent
Waiting, lingering on the
fringe
Trying to look innocent.
Hoping to create some doubt,
To find a crease into the
mind,
To wither any self-assurance,
Rip it, strip it from the
vine.
Such a beast, jealous
mistress,
Such a greedy, seedy slut.
Bastard of the first degree
Plunging daggers in the gut.
Mixing potions with your
poisons
Stealthily distributing
In lethal dose to
unsuspecting hunted prey.
You close your ring.
Silent gestures still the
night,
Fill each chamber with
despair.
Nations tremble,
Kingdoms fall,
As suspicion fills the air.
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