Face Of Her Look Poem by Moses Rotimi

?Shadow cloak of honest deceit,
Rosy lips of a thorn filled heart,
Spread doom at every visit,
Enemy on friendly path.

Adorned in proudly concious sins,
Scent of woes inhale by all kins,
Honey look, yet stings like the bee,
Without her, truth will never be.

Destruction lies on her tongue,
Confusion is her sweetest song,
Sadness sounds from her restless gong,
Bears tales of sorrow all day long.

The dreams of unseen images,
Visions of a liveless future,
A bane present of past rages,
Love spoilt words like shameless vulture.

Her maiden name is deceiver,
We call her liar at childhood,
She plays in secret dark corners,
With her friend's empty heart and brains,
Filled with poison from subtle words,
She transport souls in death's own trains.

Disguise is her good mastery,
Her loyalty is mockery,
In time you might meet her visit,
Shut ur door, it pays to retreat.