Wolf

Be careful who you trust

Dear Beautiful child, why dost thou wipe?
     I am broken, no recovery in process
Sweetest child, what will ye do?
     No longer do I know, but this pain must cease
Precious precious child, may I assist?
     The help of an angel would be most lovely
Stupid Human, fooled by a wolf in sheep's clothing. Ye now may rest forever. In Hell.

-Love, The demon you mistook for an angel

Reviews

[Emily]

Clever closing to the poem. I liked it!

[Usman Muhammad]

You did amazing by writing this poem. It was very well written.
Stay blessed

[JBoone]

Very well done and creative. Good job. This is excellent.

[Davidgeo]

Archaic doesn't work there.

Go normal. I bet you could write that concept better if you took a more contemporary approach.