The Lover's Bane
by Valerie Epling

The Lover’s Bane 
It’s like a coiled snake
The strike puts all at stake

There’s no sign
About the line that you cross

Emotion, commotion

Feels sure as the sun
But there’s nowhere to run
The shadow starts growing
Growing to blackout the white
All this burning and smoking

 
Abused, confused

 
Trapped inside a cell
Two as one fading
The ending there waiting
After the un-traveled path

 
Never take the blame
It’s The Lover’s Bane