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Fright and Trite

Updated: Mar 10, 2022

The paramour felt a seething pain at high noon

that came from a night of the phantom moon

to give him a stab in the heart of compassion.

Nerves flailed and his face riddled confusion.


A stir in the mirror took a dark stance

that looked like an ardor in a trance

with a spasm of sweet romance;

It ended up in an involuntary twitchy dance.

When he found his mangled alter ego

to salvaged his figure astride the amigo;

he stares aghast at the self-loathe

coming from an unholy love lost in a gulf.


Her love caught between crossfires of doubt

and a mirky mind that is about to be blown-out

We heard a knell sound dimly in the blackout

It reverberate as it dissolved into the twilight.


Love rides the chill of fright and trite




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