By JH Sayyar
O traitor flame that danced with borrowed light,
Thy kiss was sweet, but laced with bitter rue,
A serpent coiled in roses, veiled from sight,
With honeyed words that masked a heart untrue.
Thou swore thy soul was mine, thy vows gold,
Yet every holy oath did wither into dust;
A tale often told, a lie so is slyly told,
That even trust did bow and break from rust.
Thy eyes, twin stars, did promise endless skies,
But mirrored only shadows in their gleam
What joy was mine was naught but woven lies
A phantom’s touch, a love that dared to dream
Now cold I walk where once my heart took wing,
And curse the song that false love dared to sing.
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