The Peddler
The tribal mask stares at me
Void of eyes, yet can see
The hidden malice radiates out
Fills my heart with dread and doubt
I tremble and plead for my life
He laughs and laughs and takes my wife.
The peddler promised serenity
Not punishment for all eternity
I sink into sleep, that endless lake
The mask waits for me to wake
I can not escape, although I try
I am held forever by his vacant eye.
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