War Spiders

war spiders, wretched writers
exposing each and every soul
underwater, farmer's daughter
falling down the rabbit hole

ice princess, blue kisses
underneath a copper shroud
fathers lying, sons are dying
living in a breathless cloud

ghosts haunting, fears taunting
excavate what lies beneath
ink blotter, cold fodder
withdraw the sword from its sheath

tainted shades, masquerades
tight rope walking in a dream
undulating, permeating
ever wielding scythe unseen.

-Rebekah Faith