The Lady

I met a lady

She was white and bright

Cadenced grey though

She was full of delight

Above her chubby cheeks

Rested her eyes so sharp

That manoeuvred all men

Like fingers on a harp

Prettier she grew

With every passing day

And vicious grew her mind

In every possible way

She contrived a web

Invisibly thin, yet strong

And everything fell in place

As everything went wrong

She cried of ailment

Of her blood getting thin

Thus kissing many hearts

She pierced tiny pins

We felt her grief

As she cried

And felt her pain

As she lied

Soon she perished

Into time

And just nothing

Seemed to be fine

Introspection then

Killed the cat

Aghast and ashamed stood all

Unable to react

I stood away

From the angry crowd

As passions burst out

From everywhere around

It was then but too late

She had faded into the dark

I wasn’t convinced though

As I heard another harp!!