Easy prey
Convenient target
Naive little soul

In the distance
The two-faced imposter’s
Unforeseen wickedness
Lingers just outside
The lions den 

Black swirling
Phases of vertigo
Engulfed in the nightmare
Of his vile existence

A funhouse mirror
Brain feverishly deceitful
Campaigning against
A guarded heart

The fog rolls in
The burden plummets
On the fawn’s tortured soul

--Amy S., Adult