His honeyed voice
Flowed over me,
A gentle evening breeze
Soporific, the words
Entranced me into believing him,
True as death
He spoke,
‘I didn’t mean it,’ an angel
Concealing his devilish horns
His smooth lies ran over my head
Like cattle, running from a storm
Never to truly escape it
So soft and slick,
He rattled them off like
Song lyrics
The rose-tinted glasses
Were balanced precariously
On the tip of my nose
But still concealing
So very carefully
The truth:
Lies are hidden,
Waiting to pounce;
A wolf's fur lying in the wilds
Smooth as glass
I let out a sigh,
Lost in the tranquillity of him
About the Creator
Maddy Haywood
Hi there! My name's Maddy and I'm an aspiring author. I really enjoy reading modernised fairy tales, and retellings of classic stories, and I hope to write my own in the future. Fantasy stories are my go-to reads.
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