Kaleidoscope

A con artist scurries In white shadows Fickle grooves she casts In sequences Imprinted by vainglory Swift she fleets Veiled with scars that Were sequin rich She spoke of ideologies Subdued by violet myths Exuding colorful flavors Of classic deception Her tattoos spelled the wistful vowels of sin Vexed by the onslaught Of egregious inceptions © 2011 (All rights reserved)