The Embrace

by K.W.Ferguson - Not entered

" The Embrace "


So be it, then.
Let death have its grip.
Let it spiral down the corridors of time,
And coil 'round the spoils of life.
As the hunter becomes hunted,
So then, does the dark shed light.
In the embrace of a spider
Spinning for the catch.
Only to find the provider,
Calm wind and gentle rain.
Calm wind and gentle rain.
Calm wind and gentle rain.
...Has prevailed

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Date created: 1996-04-27 10:15:18
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:47
Poem ID: 44885

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