See the spirits?
Disillusioned, despairing,
caught in a gossamer net of tangled lies.
Trapped with the warp and weft
of intangible truths.
Unable to accept,
that in their lust for power,
they had embraced wholeheartedly
this grotesque and diabolical farce.
They were deceived.
Boldly and brashly they cried.
No river of honey would sweeten
the bitter knowledge
that this was their undoing.
Drying up their anguished tears,
they become jealous of those
more cautious.
Snarling, scheming
again they begin to weave...
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