Devil in Disguise
Beast dressed like a wooly sheep
Fine words of my love you’d keep
Now just lies echoed in my head
Seeing where your love has led
So easily played this little boy
Fell in the trap, became your toy
Hoping he would fill your heart
A childish fantasy from the start
Like serpent bearing knowledged fruit
But something less cuddly and cute
Was the portent of my love’s demise
Not seen through need-blinded eyes
Assassin hidden in the king’s court
A cunning and convincing sort
Not here to take the throne and rule
Just here to kill love’s jestered fool
Like a magic trick done in my head
So easily were my thoughts misled
Dastardly your slight of hand
Heart sacrificed on your command
I thought that I had found true love
An angel of mercy from above
So, imagine my great surprise
To find the devil in disguise
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Reminds me of those great poets when I read your work. Wilde, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Frost and all of them.
I hope it really didn’t happen , Brad.
Yasmine, that is so nice of you to say, but I am not sure I belong in the same sentence with the greatest of poets you named. I do appreciate your support of my writing and your enjoyment in it. I could probably pick more than one relationship in my life that felt like what my poem was trying to convey. But I live in the present, where the ghosts of old wrongs do not abide. Thank you, as always, for your kindness and all the love! ❤
Well, it’s the same for everyone, Brad. We all survive 😊
Wow!
Thank you for reading and commenting!
Most welcome, Brad!
were you inspired by the photo to write this poem, or did you find the photo after you had written the poem? either way, the two go hand in hand with each other. Well done, Brad!
I always have to find a picture once the writing is done. Sometimes that is harder than the writing.
It’s the same way I do it. I usually feel a great sense of relief when I am looking for an image – it means my writing is complete!