Greed

With tongue of Fool's Gold she makes promises
Through Brazen teeth and lips of quicksilver
"Come possess me. I'm yours for the taking,"
She beckons you to follow soft whispers
Of Dreams fulfilled behind vail of hard rock Quickly forget the pain of letting go
Of earthly things that tethered you to life
Blindly leap from cliff to precipice
Boldly dive into the lofty brightness
Of glorious darkness beneath the Earth
Where sweaty brow finds rest on barren breast
Blanket of clay to hide you from the sight
Of Sun and Moon and the eyes of loved ones
Wailing voices to lull to peaceful sleep
Confounded, claimed, consumed by phantom wraith
Drunk with the blood of would-be conquerors
She opens wide her Jaws again to take
The next fool who opens his heart to greed.

© Tinashe Wutawunashe

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