2011/07/22

Mister Charles - 2011/07/22

He is a dark shadow lurking
Awaiting the precise moment
Donning a pressed silk suit
While preparing for descent

He is the narrator of tales
Told of the macabre visions
Wrought with the mad horror
Unleashed by your decisions

He is a friend spewing lies
Yet comforting all the same
You think he is the servant
Simply a puppet in his game

He is the silent gatekeeper
Granting a passage to cross
The sickly river of regrets
Where the future was tossed

He is just your emancipator
A shriveled heap on a beach
Willing to drown to refresh
Memories quite beyond reach

He is the figure of a fable
A fellow I dream of meeting
In a world where I can tell
The truth from the fleeting

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