Sunday, March 1, 2009

Montana 1948 - Metaphor Poem

Frank Hayden

Worshiped by many, on the outside you seemed so bright

A brook gleaming with bliss

A magician with the best of might

Don’t be fooled for this soul can’t be touched in this

A dancing shadow waiting to bite

Eyes glossy with shine, a dark abyss

Inky night feathers blend in so well with his dimming light

An unwanted pest, a screech that sends shivers for none to miss

Hidden in a tree of lies, the shadows protect tonight.

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