Her Sting

She carries her sting in her heart, spreading misery and hopelessness.
Sending a darkening light with words that seem so lucid
But in the end are absolutly senceless,
And the sting of her love is a cruelness of cold and withering wind
Which seems to warm but is sent to freeze all in the end.

Her beauty is like the thorn on a rose so perfectly beconing and lovely to see
But then when held closley and brought to the nose
Stings like ten thousand bees.

Woe is me and foolish was the heart within me,
Then when you ache so truly and want to die
Then she's the spider who fed you her cider
Leaving you to hang in her web, sucked so dry.

No more embrace from the beauty and grace
Only passion left to wither on the gossimer line.
What of the succulance which turned out to be a sucubus?
I just didn't see it in time.

She carries her sting wrapped in a smile and such an enduring laugh
Woe be unto the fool pulled into the lovely light
Which comes with a cackle and raise yours hackles
To charmingly cut you in half.

How bitter the honey, how rancid the fruit
So wonderful the pleasure of her flesh.
Then stripped to the bone you will wake up alone
To find she took all you had left.
She carries her sting in her heart.
Rodeo
4/23/10