Sweet beguiles,
And gentle tempest,
Her name be mischief!
With her wicked wiles,
She ensnares the many hearts of men.
Leading them down a rose petal covered,
Road of pain and wounds that fester.
To a hidden cave,
One that lies about its splendor.
Like flies to a sweet smelling plant,
Fish to a mesmerizing light,
Sailors to the beckoning siren call,
Mens hearts are devoured.
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Book of Poems
PoetryWhen the world rages around you, When no one can find you, When you're ready to leave, Be it by land or sea, You'll always have me. Me and this book of poems. So when you are ready to leave... Please, Please take a poem or three, That they might bri...
