Delicate Strings ~ a poem

Your expert hands pull delicate strings,

A puppeteer whose puppets are blind,

The poison that drips from your tongue

Is a sweet addiction to the gullible mind;


Clever lies and words skillfully phrased,

A wicked gleam behind innocent eyes,

Manipulating any and all in your way

Relentlessly until you attain your prize;


Seemingly irresistible, a tempting tune,

Your melodious promise of paradise,

To which your victims endlessly dance

Mere pawns to serve as your sacrifice;


But be careful, should your facade fail,

Near impossible it is to regain lost trust,

Long held admiration is quick to vanish

And just as quickly replaced by disgust.


04/30/16  A.C. Mortale