As we travel
     through the hills and valleys
          the calms and the storms
The words
     strewn and carefully placed
Lead each of us to experience

His joy
Her heartaches
His regret
Her boasting

There is one here who wails
Suggesting she suffers from slings and arrows
When
     in fact
Her wounds are self inflicted
She begs mercy
But deserves only disdain
She is a maurauder
     the quintessential wolf in sheepskin
Her only comfort comes from
     licking
     and
     *******
     the
     bones
Of the few and fair she pledged protection
     lying a tangled mass
     a macabre resemblance of
     pick up sticks
     in her corrupt cage of  corpses