Blasphemy Incarnate

Blasphemy Incarnate

Silken net, silky new, dangles above,
as hope returns triumphant and renewed.
Softly woven fibers of life woven together like fate’s hand:
silvery strings, dripping dewdrops of gold,
bright rays shimmer through as new becomes old.

Time slips...but life moves on;
streams twist and destiny shifts, yet still we live on.
Sunset reveals timeless a truth:
never tomorrows, and yesterdays, never again...
But dawn still rekindles, an old truth forgotten;
that everyday does still begin life renewed.

A page, yet unfolded; a rock, yet unturned;
a book long undone, sealed away;
a ship unsunken, a port veered away...
All these things, left unfinished;
to be long forgotten--broken by time's own hand.
A tragedy, self-incurred; a curse, self-invoked,
time passed away; a priceless treasure forever stolen.

The web woven, hope and fate intertwined, in destiny's evil lair.

July 4th, 2007
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