Hello hollow wooden shell
From the pedestal, the statue fell
The attachment-- caused a spell
Hallowed be thy name
Splintered on a winters day
Carousel-horse-madness on display
Will the fall cause you to pray?
Hello. What’s your name?
Tripping out on grains of sand
The idle idol no longer stands
Head held high--no more commands
The sun-rose kiss of a maiden’s hand ~ Arachne ~ July 3, 2014 p.m.
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