The Sage And The Sinner Poem by Ayman Parray

I once met an immortal sage enshrouded in love,
Somehow I could see, he worked with devil hand in glove
He asked me of my greatest desire,
I told him it was only to play with fire
I knew I had to kill him if I had to survive,
Only then would those around me, live and thrive
As he looked away I poisoned his wine,
He drank the cup and shrieked like a swine
I looked on as I prepared to fly,
He cried for his love a deathly cry; his love hears all but no reply
He cried and cried and cried again,
He pointed a finger at me and died in pain
If this is the fate of immortal lovers,
Then what be the fate of sinners,
Sinners like I
Who sooner or later in hell, fry

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