The Gold Tongue

July 19, 2016

His golden tongue
Danced all day
Turning sorrow
So happy
But the guilded touch
Was as pyrite is
Beautiful on surface
Nothing within
As the words danced
From his lips
The lies emerged
Sinking ships
Fate could not
Save the course
And a rocky doom
Became the course

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