Lullaby Of Lies Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

The old moon is tarnished,
Its glow like smoke from a flood.
The dead leaves are varnished,
Their color like spilled blood.

A treacherous smiler,
His teeth white as milk.
A savage beguiler,
In sheathings of silk.

She heard his sweet promise,
Believed in his gentle guise.
But beneath that veneer, callous,
Lay a heart of dark lies.

Enchanted by his whispers,
She gave him her trusting heart.
Now shattered, she shivers -
Torn apart, torn apart.

The old moon, once radiant,
Now tarnished and cold.
Her innocence, now fragrant,
Lies trampled and sold.