Thursday, July 25, 2013

It is my will...

Amber glowed, held up to the Hunter’s moon.
Kneeling in the stream, she allowed their knavery to make a travesty of her emotions one last time.

As the life trapped in this stone
So shall you slowly come undone.
May you reap as you have sowed

For as long as water binds it
You will seek the truth, yet never find it.
And shall your trust erode.

One unto the other, you will know deceit and fear
And ne’er again, on your behalf
Will I shed a single tear.

It hit the water gently. Miles away, an argument began.