Dear sweet Lorelai Beloved daughter and mother Papilio fragilis of the dusk Forgive this muse his reticence To divulge a vision dark and dismal In answer to your question simply plied. In truth it was a lack of courage Not your naïveté that stilled my tongue Dried and painfully swollen Strangely uncommunicative Odd enough to give me pause To wonder with deep foreboding. Omission is the fault we must confess Beg on bended knee in pained contrition The future deserving better at the hand Of we accepting constant mediocrity Denying any hope for those who suffer Time after time, bloody day upon day. My dearest darling girl Glinting bright amidst bedazzled sky Never fear your future path Along with other guiltless souls Innocent of any act of disconnect With ugly trees bearing unnatural fruit. Mine own path is deeper far and darker Than any you might be obliged to tread Reflections of my past In ever expanding mirrors Showing deeds that whilst unwitting Are still painfully persuasive. I know the past I have seen the future Experienced the present And in their unity they choke Wilt the foliage Desiccate the stem and branch A never-ending continuance Of unbreakable tarnished chain That must continuedly constrict Till cocks last crow. Towards the end of his time A man cannot escape destiny Avoid the poison from the bloom Whose seeds he so carelessly scattered. I have read the leaves Cast the stones Dealt the deck Burned fresh offerings And with my silence contrived To allow the outcome. The die was cast long ago In a game centuries old Played with oft unwilling Or unknowing lives Trapped like desperate rats Within a cruelly unyielding cage A prison so cunningly comprised Of broken and forgotten promises.