Faintest of whispers dance with the subconscious.
Invisible strings manipulate limbs.
They believe they act on their own...

The sweetest gift is presented in silk. Bursting with rose-tinted malice.

The gift received a thousand times -
Welcomed with open arms.

Pleasing to every conceivable sense,
A shroud silently falls again.

The mistake will be realised, but not for a time.
Not simply a trick of the mind.

This powerful thing! A beautiful King.
Soon,
will meet his demise.


© Jordan Costigan.