Deceiving A #poem I wrote for my English assessment; Thin black strands floating in the wind. A face. It turned and grinned. A stranger from an outpost, Pale and translucent as a ghost. Grey depthless eyes, As of Lucius may rise Out from them. Gliding through the street, the cherub Of death could be her cub. Spiders spin webs in her brain. Feel no joy, not even a grain. Claws as sharp as knives. They say she could take lives With her gaze. Alas, looks deceive. Only a mould Covering up her true heart of gold. ~Kerry Aziz
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