The Fantasy Man Poem by Sarah Sisson

A manly man, a Gothic beast
has fed upon my soul, a feast.

He wrote the riddles, held the charm.
And while he stayed he held my arm...

...to try to guide me, walk me through
a world I knew could not be true.

I wanted to believe in him.
It was exciting, head did spin.

But down deep I knew nothing true
was in this fantasy, not few...

...elaborate schemes were fancy-fair.
His white soft skin and long brown hair...

...did make this frightening uncommon
a little devious, yet fun.

I went with him and held his hand
while thoughts he gave me took a stand...

...that was so tempting to believe
this fiction life. I could retrieve...

...the absolutely crazy game.
It proved to me he was not sane.

But I liked that his gift of gab
was wonderful. The fun, I had.

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