by Nick Gisburne
Deception drives a dagger through the heart
Too powerful, too painful, to avoid
And those who seek the secrets of its art
May find their plans, their promises, destroyed
A single foolish impulse stains the skin
It pulls the threads of honesty apart
A flicker, just a stolen spark of sin
Will finish more than it can ever start
A glance, a brief betrayal of the eyes
A small, unguarded moment of mistrust
Unlocks a tiny doorway into lies
Returning what was wonderful to dust
There is no path more treacherous, no vice
Deception carries all too high a price
