Diviner of Pain
Diviner of Pain
Tell me, artful diviner of pain,
I know so well your grim refrain
Your ugly mask, your sneering scowl
Your twisted knife, your jeering howl...
A deceiver with a poisoned dart
Why do you sit so easily
Upon my heart?
Copyright © Sheila Sacks | Year Posted 2016
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