Domus Diaboli Afflictionem

To some it seems odd,

I guess,

That one can think only of one.

That one can care only,

And much at that,

For fortune only of self, bar none.

That lying comes easy as winter’s first frost,

And that cares pass like whispers and haze,

And to learn that no matter their shock,

Or distaste!

That love falls like the passing of days.

 

But now I’ll explain,

If you’ll listen,

Now I’ll cast shadows on light;

For you fear us, you see,

Whether good sense or not,

Fear your day passing into our night.

Drip fed your terror like patients abed,

Never musing nor pausing for thought,

Better now to cast round,

For someone to blame,

Thanks to us now your dreams are worth nought.

 

So bear with me now,

If you please,

As I hold up my mirror to you;

And doubt on the morals,

If that’s what they are,

That define all the things that you do.

And you’ll find, I’m most sure, as you stare into self,

As you shy from such judgemental glare,

That you’ve neither the will,

Nor the heart I’d expect,

To swallow the truths you’ve laid bare.

 

But it just can’t be fair,

I hear you cry,

To hold to account better goals;

After all, we’re from far different moulds,

Are we not?

Scarcely just to compare both our souls!

Our lies and our schemes and mere symptoms you see,

Human nature �" pure, honest and good.

And never you’d find,

As you’d find in yourself,

A heart dark and deep as Frost’s wood.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism only please.

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

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