(the lucifer flower) a poem
M.M. MacLeod

Eyes so dark they penetrate
the minds of those who look
his way, his smile dazzles
all who witness

His sneer beneath
the façade

Befriends you all, and knows it all
he, the kindest friend
But what kind of man wears shiny skin
atop the

burnt and mottled
leather dermis

A furnace burns beneath his cool,
cool carriage
Not fooled, I pity she who
falls into such marriage

So convenient
to his masquerade

He roams the globe by flight and trek
he knows you.
He plants seeds of mild darkness,
the blooms so sweet 

Hidden are the thorns
and the horns

M.M. MacLeod writes horror, suspense fiction, and poetry in Hamilton, ON, Canada.