Poem: At My Feet

With secret lies

The spirit dies

Wilting away

All that is left

Was won by theft

Games that you play

Your blackened heart

Your poisoned darts

False things you say

But shadows run

Fleeing the sun

Exposed by day

The truth remains

No matter chains

Attempts to slay

Evil crumbles

Liars grumble

At my feet, lay

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