Delicate strands of a spider web,
Woven to entrap a weakling.
Dreams build with years of penance,
Torn apart for a lifetime of disappointment.

Garlands hurled at a long gone disciple,
A master of disguise laying out his carpet of thorns.
Falling in the dark hole of hopes,
Struck by the lightning of reality.

Lonely wolf is not accepted by any pack,
Life not limited by desires and commitments.
Being a spectator to sinister plans,
Replying to oneself in his last breath.