Deception

• Lara Stone-gooding, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2016

Among men, thin,
full of sorrow
where eyes fly, but viewless
though her throne cluster'd
there is no light.
Flowers soft,
darkness sweet
i listen, love with death
my breath rich with ecstasy
i hear voices of passing nights
perhaps through the tears that cheat.
She is deceiving, now buried deep
as now emptied
i drink beyond tomorrow
with breezes blown away.