Devious Whispers

Snide like frozen apple pie,
A stolen lyric burning,

Scarred moons and sleepless silence,
A wild dog in the woods.

The taste of devious whispers,
Mingled troubles in the shadows,

Weeping hillsides and worn highways,
Dead settlements and lost priests.

The scent of something wrong,
All roughshod truculence,

A liar in the darkness shamed,
A poetical evening in tatters.

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