Faustino Angel
A Poem by TTBoy28
Impetuous and arduous
Inveigle he could beggars
to crave the skin he was in
only dashing all hopes with
calculated exits once he had his
own way
Never to be found
whether abound the same ground
twice
Goodbyes were only cries
brought from the skies
while spies told lies in which
would unearth all those who
despise
his imminence
thrice the suspense
of what lurks behind the trents
he wears so proudly
Yet it is the profound tall
imprint
of that dent that glides
And not the foot print that
slides
that bores lustful interest
Though baring only part of an
Angel
Once inside he can corrupt
the Devil