- ripples -


One touch of the web is all it takes -
To seal your fate; make or break.
Brush the web just once again,
And touch the spider's poisoned pain.
Reverberations that stem forever -
Ripples that touch your every endeavor.
Diffusion of your every thought
Stemming to all that time has wraught.
Random patterns like shattered glass
Echo reflections from your past -
Your every choice, your every stand
Makes a mark in the hearts of men.
Yet like a tree, you also bend,
Blown by the breath of fated winds;
Tossing and turning in a hurricane,
Weakened by the pounding rain;
Trying your best to still the storm,
Feeling your web ripped and torn -
Your demons descend just like your blessings,
Both extending beyond your window dressings -
Showing people your truth and mind -
Reflections that ripple through all time,
Bringing the spider upon your brow;
Praying to escape the here and now.
But others often cause ripples, too -
Likely as not, their spider is you;
Though you never turn to face life,
Often its your hand that kills the sacrifice -
Spider in nature - with poisoned teeth,
Ridding the innocent of their peace -
Yet guilty only of the nature of man;
Tearing the web with your innocent hands.
This is life as man has made,
Caught up in an endless charade.
Embracing death only when you find
That you've fallen from the web of time.


- (c)Scimitar Wraith - GOTHiC -