Misdirection.......
A flick of the wrist, a shimmer of light,
The gaze drawn left, but the truth slips right.
A whispered promise, a charming new face,
While shadows lengthen in a hidden place.
Can you hear it, was it there? There it is again,
Slipping by, close enough to whisper in your ear.
A faint echo where silence should reign,
A fleeting movement, a ghost in the brain.
You turn your head, but the space is quite bare,
A trick of the mind, or was something truly there?
Walking a path, cobblestones under foot,
More time in the brain, filled with soote.
The path winds on, though the trick is now past,
A silent residue, meant long to last.
A question lingers, a doubt takes its hold,
In stories whispered, both new and old.
With a tunnel close, sides closing in,
Is that the hand you hold your friends?
The air grows thin, a whisper of dread,
For paths chosen, and words left unsaid.
In shadowed alleys, where loyalties bend,
Do you find a companion, or an ill-fated friend?
All at once, awake, you start to scream,
"Let me go!" a desperate, waking dream.
Yet, this strange place where misdirection reigns,
Holds a dark comfort that forever stains.
You run from truth, from clear and open skies,
Embracing shadows, and comforting lies.
Until the master, with a final, swift hand,
Reveals the true nature of this hollow land.
The stage lights blaze, the curtain falls wide,
And you stand alone, with nowhere to hide.
MICHARL POWERS
(STYXX ON FIRE)
