Sunday, January 20, 2013

Vice


Dark, silken folds circle round,
Enwrapping the sturdy, bright form.
Gentle and soft they soothe him,
Smoothly and quietly caress.
Crooning with promising whispers,
They slowly tighten their grip,
Giggling with dual purpose
As the velvety darkness,
Patient and careful in reason,
Progressively squeezes more,
Subtle increments serving to entrap,
To capture and subdue,
Grab and ensnare,
The unaware, unseeing mind.
Soon all is enwrapped,
Save for the face of the man.
The satiny being, so slippery, sleek,
Inches toward covering all.
With a final lunge the dark entity
Completely covers all,
No longer gentle or smooth,
But a stifling, choking form.
Stealing the life trapped in its folds,
Drinking all morality, sapping purity,
Smothering all cries,
Silently suffocating.
When finally, the theft complete,
Its crafty billows float away,
Searching, seeking another man,
New prey from which to steal,
New life from which to slake its thirst.
All that remains of the man,
The once strong, powerful man,
Is a withered husk,
Diminished and deformed,
Irreversibly damaged,
Irrevocably morphed. Ω

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