He had many disguises, the collector of prizes…

Posted: June 20, 2015 in Pete's Poetry and Song and General Scrible
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imageSuch a pretty thing

She was such a pretty thing
Like a rare butterfly
So fragile, yet so graceful
On the wing

He was so predatory
Oozing charisma and charm
He had so many disguises
This collector of prizes

She needs what she needs
She needs to believe
His words smooth like silk
Those lips soft and skilled

Like a spider he watches
With words a web he spins
He wants what he wants
He takes what he takes

She is lost in her hopes
So she never looks close
At the eyes that can’t hide the lies
Instead she is roped

He doesn’t care what he breaks
He is not ashamed to just take
She is not the first and won’t be the last
To be swept away in his riptide

We are not all players…
Not everyone is game…
When I stood above him
He remembered her name

She was such a pretty thing

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

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Comments
  1. I can’t decide if this is about a lothario or a serial killer. Nice tight language use and powerful subject.

  2. There’s a real sense of the sinister in this, Pete, I like that you left the interpretation open so that we can only guess at his true impact.

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