SINON
the
strangled men sleep, weeping oracles cast aside
and
you, duplicitous, false counselor, impress a kingdom for a moment
that
moment forever cursed
friend falser than fiend, never mouth what you mean
braver boasts the weary warrior, his days spent unsafely
night destined for treachery
giant
your gifts, mendacious bellies, where the craven carved one last hope
strange
gods to praise deception—you slumber while numbers
mumble,
stumble into a dupable city
where
marbled men breathe their last, coined lips, blue eyes
insidious
insinuations, perverted fabrications
no
door opens to welcome
Sinon
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