Thou Come'st Forth In Shades Most Pale And Green Poem by Colm Hayes

Thou come'st forth in shades most pale and green
With gifts of poison to blacken the mind
And leave mens hearts made most unclean
Within chains of envy their souls confined

Thy true nature hides behind hands of friendship
Each move is made with malicious intent
And oft to the removal of reasons grip
To be replaced by jealous torment

With powers of delusion madness reigns
And this deed of thine shall be done
Yet the light of hope still remains
For the truth of love thou shall not shun