The Tale Of The Thief And The Liar
by R.A. Melos


Her goals were not lofty,
her ambitions that of a parasite,
but they were something to which she ascribed with all her might.


She achieved her goal, her treasure acquired from me,
thus tainting his soul for eternity. 
But her pleasure was short lived,
and her treasure began to tarnish before her eyes,
for she soon discovered his words were lies.


He promised her his love, but he had none to give,
for it was illusions for which he lived. 
The glitter of gold, the pat on the back,
for him these were things he would not lack.


Since he was easily swayed by meaningless things,
he was persuaded to give her a ring.
Again, he promised her his love, and again he lied,
For his love for me had never died.


He told himself it was all for the best,
but in his heart he could not rest.
His desires were strong, and he fought them each day,
but it was a losing battle; he knew he was that way.


She bore him another lie, 
in an attempt to win his heart,
but it was something with which he could not part.
He had already given his eternal promise to another,
one he treated as a brother.


The truth, he was incapable of speaking ever again,
and no matter what the thief did, she could not win.
She brought this on herself, living her own set of lies,
and the truth was something she could not see with her eyes.


She condemned herself to a life of paranoia,
and justifiable self doubt,
most of her evenings spent in a miserable pout.
So far she had gotten what she wanted, but not quite her own way,
and she refused to listen to the truth others had to say.


When the thief and the liar did mate,
they sealed their eternal fate. 
She would trust no one in her life,
for his lies would capture that ability,
and she would soon long to be free.


But her soul was intertwined with his lies,
and the words he spoke she can now despise,
for they held no more meaning to him than any other promise in the dark,
he lived his life on a lark.
She had been something for him to acquire,
like a possession you show off on the mantle over the fire.


To him she had also lost her appeal,
for nothing between them was truly real.
Once he owned it, the possession meant little,
and his emotions, to her, were always a riddle.


I understood them both, as only a witch can do,
and watched them as their insecurities grew.
She took something she could not come by honestly,
and paid the price with her own self-delusion,
for our souls were already in collusion.


I burned with anger, hate and rage,
until I saw them in their own cage. 
Their prison was self made,
as their love did fade.
Their joint lie bound them together,
guaranteeing them a life of stormy weather.


The liar's truth would someday be revealed in their offspring,
and the thief's nightmares would once again sing. 
Her selfish act cursed her soul,
and right from the beginning it took it's toll.
The song of her life is a sad one at that,
each note increasingly flat.


Lies begat lies, until the truth is distorted,
and emotions tortured,
and happiness elusive,
and all because the thief  stole from a witch, this is conclusive.


This is the curse of the thief, which only she can remove,
by accepting the truth of her misguided deeds, 
and correcting the path she now leads. 
What she stole will never be her's in this life,
for his mind and soul will always belong to the witch.
And on those nights when she sits alone, 
where will her liar be?
For even when they are together, his mind is on me.
A witch he once gave himself to willingly. 


So until the universal machine is set right, 
the liar's heart will be in perpetual flight. 
Never landing for very long,
always listening to a new song.
His own self-loathing will fade away,
and he will act on his overwhelming desires,
knowing full well only a witch can put out his fire.


Deep in his soul, he was born that way,
and in time, he will accept it. 
Until that day, I laugh and live a life full of wit,
for I already accept it.


So the thief and the liar will someday part,
and all will pick up pieces of each others heart. 
The witch will live as all witches do, 
to live and love, and laugh at you. 


copyright 2001

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