Friend...or Foe?

Deception is that of a multicolored flower,

Preying on that of trust it grows in power.

Bleeding out all that flows in good's veins,

Until this traitor's evil empire reigns.

How ironic it seems to come about,

The greatest schemes stem from doubt.

That of a friend close but feign,

Comes to be the root of all that is pain.

Yet for these people, these monsters,

I'd still give up my young innocent life.

For that small bit of hope humanity fosters,

No guard at my back for what may be a knife.