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Interview with Deception

see me...

I lie in the fog,
calamitous breath
of maritime maidens
singing ships to their death.

My village looks out from the cliffs
where the sea
blots the light of the sun
with its grey canopy.

The lost souls of children
dismissed in despair
envelop my dwelling
as mist in the air.

My garden remembers
a kiss by the gate,
a handful of silver,
a fisherman's fate.

Ghosts amble through halls
bearing semblance to men
who gambled for garments,
interpreting sin.

My truth is a sentiment,
impenitent wail...
assembly of fury
enchanted by spell.

The mighty embrace me
as means to an end.
My daylight is darkness,
my reality, pretend.

Join me into passage
where the Jordon runs wide
to a place where collusion
and conscience confide.

Make right what you ponder
as evil ______ Instill
the power of perception
and guise of free will.

What God once provided
turned flower to thorn.
He's shedding his skin
in the dust you were born.

Though knowledge and beauty
embody the throne,
the spirit requires
what cannot be shown.

It longingly gazes
from Camelot's view
at boats in the harbor
devoid of their crew.

Maniacal melodies
resound from the shore
where innocence wandered
just moments before.

She slipped off her dress,
swam out to the stones,
assembling her nest
with a bounty of bones.

Her footsteps are vanquished
by incoming tide.
Subversion becomes her
repentance denied.
Author's Note
Personification Poetry

Gothic Poetry Contest
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