Pyre Creek

A woman speaks in a Twisted tongue of lies A keen eye for dire literature; Her mind judges otherwise Comprised of conspiracies, Yet quick to criticize The atrocity of her ways Come not as a surprise Her words churn fire Cremating my virgin skin To an opaque,deathly crisp As the ashes are born akin Versatility a prolific landmark Artistic freedom at its peak This war is child's play Her casket awaits in the creek By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)