It is time to dance with my wicked
to weave some webly words.
Slash and spin my pointed thoughts,
light soft scratches go unheard.
the inky grass,
in a valley of thought I will graze.
Feeding the tales whirled in lead,
forth in a temporal haze.
Come to me oh bardly wails,
ly from ear to ear.
Tunnel through the murky
share a taste for this writer's wares.
The actor's gift hard earned keep,
words play aloft a paper stage
Stealing time; eternity is cast,
in black spider
trails upon this page.