Tuesday, 27 January 2009

The Parasite

Like the trap of a forest spider,Like the treacherous patch of quicksand,The dangerous lure of the parasite,
Draws in victims,
Slowly but surely,

The parasite waits, like a crouching tiger,
In the guise of an innocent flower,
That masks the venomous serpent,
Coiled, ready to strike.

The trap is sprung, unwittingly perhaps,
But the parasite has gained a foothold,
Too late it is, to realize,
All that glitters is not gold.







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