Nom De Plume

Charmer’s the name

Misery the game

Pleased to meet you

I ain’t

I may lack flair

Writing without care

But really

I’m a saint

*winks*

Self Esteem

There’s
nothing
more
disheartening

That
brings
such
misery
and
strife

To
find
I’m
much
more
captivating

On
the
page

Than
in
real
life

Portent

There’s no reprieve

For those who venture outside

As on All Hallows’ Eve

There’s nowhere to hide

The Raven

Those
piercing
eyes

That
matte
black
beak

I wonder
what
secrets
you
would
yield

If
only
you
could
speak