Word Warlock

You are the lover hidden within the page…
the words are your mantle of velvet ink
that with male arrogance crosses the stage
embedding themselves in an eyes blink.  

Wicked is the poetic magic that you weave…
to throw all off the scent of what you truly mean
clever you are indubitably  but slow methodic reading
and re reading reveals the subtly hidden meaning.

You are the lover hidden within the page…
slaughtering all with the war of words you wage
leaving a trail of swooning women with flare
it is your undeniable  and unique Savoir-Faire.

Wicked is the poetic magic that you weave…
beckoning the fairer sex whom onto you cleave,
a word warlock whose weapon of choice is a pen
taking no prisoners or sympathy for your poetic brethren.

You are the lover hidden within the page…
setting my imagination ablaze as you engage
the audience with your style of journalizing
keep us all hanging on every word, fantasizing.

Wicked is the poetic magic that you weave…
creating a world not real yet not meant deceive
with your unassuming, plumed, fountain ink wand
you take us all to places out of reach, to the beyond.

Gypsy Red