SWORD OF DEMOCLESE

Dangling by a thread,

hangs the sword above his head,

and in his side there cuts a spear,

filled with hatred guilt a fear,

around his face there is a mask,

accomplishing its very task,

for which emotion it does cover,

no man or woman must discover,

for you I took off my mask to bare,

my face to see if you would care,

I bore to you my very soul,

and in my heart it now takes toll,

help me now as the time grows near,

and pull away this wicked spear,

is this a sight we do not share,

teasing dangling in the air.

Copyright 1992... image copyright 2016 By Rockwell Wilder, AKA Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos