Untitled I

From the face of ice-cold snow…to the widow's peak on pointed tongue…
With rainbows shinning mighty high…
A glimmer flashes to the eyes.

This vision tells of a disguise too typical to be described.
An obvious cadence surges the calculation…
Ominous and oblivious to the inner laugh which beguiles not beckons the 
widow's dance…
With pronounced steps into temptation, a cryptic act doth be forwarded…
Claiming righteousness as if penitence could be part of such a void…

Chambers blackened, dark like coals linger residue intentioned to tarnish its 
pursuit…
Escaping every utterance and the only promise kept is change.

As silence speaks a thousand thoughts…arrogant words are beyond deliverance…
Coiled to furnace the sunken chamber which houses nothing but a murder, yet 
insists on believing it is the "I AM."
 

c 9/28/99 Ameilia Terry All Rts. Rsvd.

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