Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

Would I be the figment in the folklore,
oh fiery foolish fabricated fairy tale for feeble fascinations.
The creative charisma in crisis cruelties,
forces favors in the forgery of fiction, curse apprehension.

Bizarre fallacy brews in mythical heroics,
dreaded demon deeds at hand, some just call me bogeyman.
Embrace allusion, even give it to the children,
gowns in the graveyard dawn, tell them it’s just a leprechaun.

 

Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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