The Thief
The Thief
Sweet,sweet spirit
nectar of the gods, I suckle
at the teat of your promises.
You have cast your spell;
an end to pain, escape from hell.
Alas, you are a false prophet
you've exacted your tole
by destroying the temple
and stealing my soul.
Copyright © Kate Sparks | Year Posted 2015
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