Past the glory,
Inside the flowered beds
Behind the curtained walls,
Lie the unholy cats.
Twitching their tails
In rapt desires
Wailing for unholy touches,
Crying for the prize
The sweet nectar
Of love.
Let these be,
Move on...
The world is full,
Of masterful deceptions
Waiting to claw your attention
Your time is lost.
End
Subject: deceptions and time.
Note: Images generated using stable diffusion and poet's imagination
