Ode To A Fiend
I miss it,
Immensely, at times.
It was my friend
The loosener of my tongue
My confidence
And a way to access my innermost thoughts
It beckoned it’s crooked finger
It gleamed it’s crystal shine
It became my master
And I the mistress, to do as pleased it
It deluded me to point of near insanity
It twisted and turned me
Cooled me,yet burned me
Threw away my fears
Returning them in the light of reality
No place was to obscure for it
No time was right or wrong
It covered up my weaknesses
And told me I was strong.
So I killed it
Wrung its neck and spit it out
Begone
(c) Penny Little 2003
The Accidental Fairy 