Trickster,

Listen to your words,

Beautiful empty shells

With cinnamon on top.

And don’t forget your preaches,

Solid and confident,

Rocks of dust,

Like you knew what you were saying

Or simply that I’d fall for it.

Now the tricky part- Irony, how I love thee-

…promises.

Promises promises promises

For fools.

And you had found just the perfect one.

Hollow, my dear,

And so cold

Your declarations.

Funny how yesterday I would have believed you

But today I won’t.

I’ll simply let you do

What you do best:

Step on the dead.