He Walks with . . .

by Terry Stolz

Liar...    Chieftain of Mendacities

Let his words be the darkness...

that devour their souls and feeds the Stinkin' Thinkers' Ego

He walks with me...

He laughs at me...

He waits for me

His jauntiness manner and rakish style

reeked of rake-hell conduct...

morphing with the smoldering rock beneath his feet...

that flowed like a river lurking amidst the mist that

slithered around each turn and twist

there's an abyss...

welcoming him home.

He walks with me...

He laughs at me...

He waits for me!