a spider web once wove its way around
sweet gardens only mem'ries can conjure,
and choked strong roots, destroyed our common ground:
(oh, growth of hope i lose; it fades to blur,)
and seeps disgruntled, dissipates to mist
(dashed down by dark, cold enigmatic pain)
engendered by clandestine opaque trysts
twixt comfort and my restive mood disdained
by seeping princes mocking listless i
can't grasp the healing salve to soothe these burns
'cause history's fond fancies too soon fly
to nectar-baited traps as season turns
from dusk to dawn hope hides Her promised role,
blocks clarity and solace, mocks my soul.