Reflecting On The Web You Wove
Down, down, down you go,
Unable to stop yourself, nor slow
Until you break
Upon the gate
Of hell's burning door.
Down, down, down you fall -
The minutes tick by at a crawl.
What was gained
with loyalty chained
to a bitter, scornful doll?
Your puppets hate you most of all.
Yes, down, down, down your sent
A life you can never repent.
Gleaming jade,
forever shamed -
the last of your dignity spent.
Now down, down, down you go
A frantic, vengeful crow
With feathers clipped
far past the tip
A bitter, hateful soul.
There's blood on your hands not your own.
As down, down, down you fall,
A lone man stands against it all.
Eyes defeated,
Soul depleted,
The child killed stands tall.
Hope is meant for those who've ever lived a life at all.
Now down and down and down you've come,
your judgment surely done.
The flames consume
it is your doom
Your mistakes can't be undone.
You fell and forsook the Sun.
