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.