The first time we met, they were clever and warm,
impressively skilled,
bright, blue-eyed thing.
As the clocks ticked away,
midday passed,
shadows began to grow on
my good friend's face
Until a new face emerged,
hidden behind the first,
an ugly, rude, unbearable thing
with a selfish pride and a boastful forked tongue,
Beady blue eyes and a demon's grin
That hydra of an ally,
that blue-eyed demon,
that deception, that dishonesty,
that poor judgement of mine.
To expel them from my ranks is to walk to mine own execution.
I will not see the day they spit poison at me.
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