To Tell Tall Tales

 Thanks to an old friend and her recollection to pen down a (not so) new post. Photo by Kirill Vasilev on Unsplash I thank her love For making my love Look so lovely.

Photo Credit: Pranjall Kumar on Unsplash Beware! The forked tongue serpent's hiss, Seductive, his clever words and passionate kiss. Lest you should find his true intentions amiss, Before the long embrace of your nuptial bliss. Do not cast aside the shadow of your doubts. Dig deep into his past whereabouts. And should you, after much pondering, still feel the same. Alas, you are now a pawn in his vile game. Where deceitful smiles and empty words abound, And past dalliances silenced without a sound. Where one ghost restless and weary from his past Hoping against hope to be free at last. Yet alas! the invincible shackles that bind, Of her own making and hold sway on her mind. Pay heed, for one day she may yet strip him bare Once she moves past her love, and her despair. Cast free the ensnared piece of her unfortunate soul, And erase the writings that were upon the wall. Listen! As she hurriedly whispers in your ear, And believe with all you hold near and dear. The grey-green hypnotic