By Harem
Date: 16 April 2001
< Phantom Writer >
Words can hurt, wound and mar
Cut you deeply, leave a scar
Tear your heart, make you cry
Hurt real bad, want to die
A poisoned pen, can deal a blow
With lethal ink, with venom flow
Oozing fangs, surging jaws
Digging in, sharpened claws
Razor words, can slash and tear
Leave you deep, in death's despair
Slicing through, with two edge sword
Stabbing deep, hearts blood outpoured
The owner of the poisoned pen
Enjoys the pain that he doth send
Thrives upon their agony
From prose he shares in victory
At first his words, are bathed in wine
Seductive charms, their craving mind
He knows just what, they want to hear
To draw them close, to bring them near
With words of grace, artistic splendor
Inviting love, to last forever
Watching closely as they sink
With poisoned phrases that they drink
Swallowing deeply his words of art
Gives him access to their inner heart
Once they have entered his seductive traps
Vulnerable victims he viciously snaps
Rejecting their love, in fatal prose
An opened heart, so quickly closed
With surgical quickness, he cuts his prey
To lick their wounds and run away
Another is already , in the fateful making
A new love object, for which he's faking
With poisoned pen, he lures one more
With no idea, what is in store
Back to back, his poems are strung
With one he lures, while one is hung
Upon the stake of fatal prose
Impaled upon his pointed blows
The final death, of the phantom writer
A nameless ghost, a horseless rider
From the poisoned pen, comes a howling cry
A raging scream, that will never die
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