Spilled ink – Page 35 – A (wise) man of two faces

Deja Vu

A dream,
or memory?
This is so familiar,
and I could swear that I’ve been here
before.

A summer garden,
glowing and green just like an
ever-growing heart.

Lady,
Bella Donna,
I do not know your name,
but the sight of you sent my heart
racing.

My restless spirit,
you dance with all your might
like a candle’s flame.

Under the covers,
pillows forming the walls of
a childhood fortress.

Friend, go with grace,
and a smile on your face.
I’ll stay at the side
of your children and bride,
and guard them in your place.

Virtue
Brave and true
Praying, slaying, saving
The Coin’s other side
Preying, slaying, slaving
Twisted and perverse
Vice

Dirt under his nails
Crisscrossed scars, old and faded
A man’s calluses.

I wish you death and despair,
ill health and no hair;
I pray that this hex
withers even your sex,
and breaks you beyond repair.

Sunrise to sunset,
I walk out that door, and I
return when work’s done.