Today; the snow flies in blue grey skies.
Like ancient rust crumbled to bitter dust;
A tragic lust held in poisioned trust;
As Eve\'s tainted apple, a tantalizing taste.
Bound, held in love\'s lost land of waste.
Knowledge; a rancorious hope, will never be.
The price of which is life\'s vindictive fee.
Will there only be spite? Or a vicious fight?
If only an entreating hand, in day\'s waining light.
when snow flies in storm filled skies.