THE FLAME OF SHAME

THE FLAME OF SHAME

He gave me a look with those tiger eyes
that could burn deep within,
he loves playing around with sin,-
when he speaks, it is like dark poetry
that flames-shame,
into the pit of blame,
this is apart of his evil game.

He holds no brightness in his heart
he loves what is dark,
when he takes his walks in the forests
it is always late at night,-
just to cast more fright
in some immortal eyes.

Fearful he claims to be,
that is why he haunts me in my dreams
he thinks he is keen,-
when he makes the slaves scream,
leaving their bodies bloody,-
as he defends his post.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1988
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery