The Fake Poem by The Lastdon

Of flesh and bone,

but of a throne,

my words are like fine wine, that's written in stone,

we share a bond, that's tall as your tale,

I see the temptations, but under the veil,

My poisonous taste, to your lips would swell,

an in the end my words will sell,

I am the one, you see in your dreams,

to the precious and in secret your berries and creams,

is your word the truth or is that what it seems,

I am the vice,

to squeeze your temptations and put you on ice,

I know you take me lightly, from yet afar

a masked phantom, burnt by a star,

your words belong, but in a jar,

I take you my friend for what you are.