Sep 052012
Night falls, dawn breaks
as she spins her seamless webs…
Bones age, strength wanes,
yet she stays a faithless whore.
Glories rise, glories fade
as she works her vile poison…
Like a thief that comes to raid,
she creeps across our very lives.
Now aloof and again coy
as she plays her savage ploy…
We might cry, we might shout,
she disdains our every plea!
Nice!
Good