Temptation

by S R P   Mar 28, 2006


The breath of fire
searing the flesh
torturing those
who wish for death.

Evil takes hold
as darkness fills the mind
a heart so cold
with feelings confined.

Temptation lingers near
hovering over
taking away all fear.

Eyes of brown
a heart of black
the one thing wished for
is the only one lacked.

The inevitable is clear
intentions once sincere
have all gone wrong
as the days grow long.

And could it be
that unseen
is what is truly
meant to be?

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