Day Dreams

by Rudolph Valentino

Accusation

Out of a shadowed corner
Comes a phantom of the past,
    To confuse me
    And accuse me
For a vain iconoclast.
    To chide me
    And deride me
In a seething scornful blast.
    To cheat me
    And defeat me,
Conscience, crucifies at last.

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