To Be Undone
Secret lives
Held by all,
None can see,
For the fall
Can we hold,
To our own?
Will we fold,
For the Crone?
A gypsy seen
In a circus tent.
Fortunes read
Asked to repent.
Mysteries befallen,
A simple man.
He knows not what to do,
To fix the plan.
Secrets lives,
Seen by none.
These will cause,
Us to be undone.
© 2002 Aaron Christopher Latham
