Thursday, June 23, 2011

Siren's Song

Beneath the choral welcome

I sense a note to cause

A subtly jangling discord

Just enough to make me pause

Beneath the dazzling silver sheen

Of smiles so turgid warm

Behind the jarring beauty,

What veiled schemes have formed?

What peers from eyes that question?

Whilst teeth chant sterile phrase

Of banal conversation

Creeps dark intent to daze.

The fragrant first tones may be sweet

With blackberry, grape or pear

But complex musky layers hint

at corpses buried there.

With twisted glee, you wield the knife

To slay those in your way

Clamber high on rotting flesh

To birth your brand new day:

The image may be pristine,

Appearance finely tuned,

But know that God sees what you hide,

And Evil's fate is doomed.


Mystic_Mom said...

Oh very well done, love the closing. AMEN sister!

Zoe said...

Thank you! This one I tried to avoid writing for some time, but the Lord just kept laying it on my heart, kept ringing that alarm bell.