Beware the Ides.

 by Gener

You never saw the baby's smile
Nor clasped her hand nor stroked her hair,
In your ghastly gown you clung a dream
And nightmares in your eves to come.

The serpent tempted and grinned a while
While you licked the tongue that twirled,
But you bit the hand that nurtured you then
And romped the Eden of despair.

"My baby where are you?" alas you woe,
"Are you lost forever," and you query why?
And in your sane moments you saw a child
And it was you in your mother's arms.

You espy the pride in the mirror once,
But thought God had created it,
You bathed in men's starry eyes
And forgot about your elders' misty love.

Your faith has died
But should you go?
Beware then the Ides that bade doom,
In your countenance you thought the Lord has saved,
But what a fool
God sayeth you have been weighed.