A Melancholy Muse

2/21/02 by T

I curse the Demon Chat,

Pawn of Fate,

Cruel mistress, that....

For the want of a smiley face,

Doomed am I to this

Cold, lonely and dark place.

A careless word, misconstrued

False pride leering,

So wild and lewd.

Damned be the hellspawn AIM,

Destroyer of a priceless treasure...

Mocking Fate, the cruel bitch Dame...

Likely, it is, that both were wrong

Neither meant to sound

That fatal gong...

Tragic, even, a big mistake

Not intended, still we lie

On a bed of thorns that we did make.

Pain, so hard to bear

Listen friends,

Let all beware.

Use care when you jest,

For it may cost you

That which you love above the rest.

Thrice damned spawn of a phone line,

Wicked deceptive window masking truth

I curse thee with all the wrath of the Divine.

What is done is forever past,

None may replace the sands of time...

Nor refuse to play the roles once cast.

Cold words, black and white,

Popping onscreen

That fateful night.

A look, a smile, a touch, a caress

None available via the net

Impossible to right, with no redress.

A branch of Olive, so hard to give

Wounded pride forced away

In ashes once aflame, a spark doth live.

Read you well these words of woe,

And use care where none can see

But mere symbols go.

Demon Chat, blackest evil as thou art

With plain words, nothing more,

You have broken two strong hearts.

A lover lost, an honor stain

Lessons learned

A friend to gain?