A Valentine Vision

My eyes close on this Darkest of Days with neither poem nor tender word.
And still through heavy lids the stinging visage smoulders on scorched sockets.
For once again, the devil,Valentine, with scarlet cloak and victorious sneer,
From his fiery pit erupts.
Lovers, Beware!
Beneath his cape he conceals a dagger.
Behind his smile - your broken heart.