Companion or Villain (The Guest At Your Table)

Some fight with clubs and cannons


Some fight with nails and poison.


Clubs pound your body—

You know when they hit.


Cannons shake the earth—

You know when they fire.


One can easily pick from a crowd

A Master of Evil in his cloak of black.


But one can never tell

Which finely clad gentleman

Poured the arsenic

In your wine.


Clubs pound your body—

Cannons shake the earth—


Nails scratch your skin—

Until you are bleeding raw.

Poison dries out your organs—

Until you can’t breathe anymore.


So why didn’t you see it all coming?


Because the villain was a guest

At your dinner table


Who you let too close.

Damage irreparable?

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