WEB OF DIAMONDS
Ten to the sun the diamond shines
Reflections flow in all directions
Cut, polished, smooth, refined
Seeking out the right connection.
The spiral web reaching out
Capturing in its well spun trap
The merest shadow of a doubt
A race for life in its final lap.
Jewelled eyes piercing the dark
Waiting for the green light
Pouncing, biting, making its mark
Panther, master of the fight.
Come with me to the dance of death
Weave your patterns of light and shade
Savour with me your final breath
Watch the candle light flicker and fade.