She's singing a silent, silvery tune,
Shrouded in the shadowy silence.
Whispering the song to the shadow beside her,
Immersed in scaly leaves,
The shadow nods and grins.
The girl goes to get going,
The tenuous trap they have laid out for their 'friend',
A joke,
A game,
It could be,
But will it really be?
The shadow's grin seems everexpanding.
Every lure,
Every trick,
Every false sense of moral he portrays across his features.
It's the curse of the angel and the devil,
The good and the bad.
The moral compass may be switched for all,
But no matter who,
What,
Thing,
Anything it is,
The only way one may make a decision,
would be to pick the angel.
The only way one may make a popular decision,
Would be to pick the devil.
*I am not talking about choosing religion. I'm just using symbolism here. SO YEAH. smile *
 heavensent65 · Mon May 16, 2011 @ 06:28am · 2 Comments |
