The Illusion Game : Post 11. Scene 3. Ask Him.

(Pramada)

Ask him, dear ones, ask him,

Why he tricks me so –

Why the false smiles,

Why do the false tears flow!

I do not know the ways of love,

Foreboding has me under its sway –

Who knows where nectar might rain

Where might lurk deathly bane.

(Pramada’s friends)

They Know Not

They know not how to weep,

Only how to make you cry -

Why listen to their words

Nothing will come of these lies.

To play these games in the name of love –

To neglect souls, to deceive –

Let us depart while we still can,

Come, dear one, let us leave.

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