(the lucifer flower) a poem
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.