a vial upon the mantelpiece;
within it sat the mind's decease.
a potent mixture, glowing bright
always waiting, out of sight.
a single drop, a tiny glimmer
alone could make one's heart grow dimmer.
my enemy, his face i hate
would soon meet his final fate.
he came to me, one starless night
soon would fade his smile of delight.
he wished to know, shall we make amends? -
for never had we met as friends.
i offered a drink and a smile of grace,
knowing this would be his resting place.
he took the glass and threw it back,
smacked his lips, and his face grew black.
t'was almost as i did rehearse;
my enemy my name did curse
and to the ground, like a doll he fell
as his ravaged mind travelled straight to hell.
satisfied, i gave his body a wink
and slowly sipped my safer drink.
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Imaginary Friends
PoetryThis was a collaborative work with my friend, who was writing a book by the same name. With this book, we basically could come up with a topic or prompt and write a poem each on that topic, and publish it in our respective books. We were allowed to...
