By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

What wicked webs of deceit
we weave for love and for lust
It is not out of goodness and light
that force us to subtly deceive

The power of nature we try to control
with our laws of commitment
Lay our hands on the sacrament
pledging to that we can never sustain

We of humankind think we fool
when the fools in truth are we
To place our future in the stars
wish upon them so far away

How ignorantly wise we think we are
to slither beneath our wedding vows
While in our minds we compromise
it’s not our fault – somehow

At our twilight or maybe before
there is no way to truly foretell
The web we think we wove so well
will catch us one and all in the end