Two One Two

One lost love in karma’s branches,

Two lost souls found home in time.

One single woman who took two chances,

Two leaves left, a tree too dead to climb.

The leaves blow in the wind which shows them dances,

They fall to the earth where justice will chime.

Death was just two steps too far behind,

To feebly out weight corruption.

And demons tread in the back of their minds,

Too quickly settles upon assumption.

In the mill the wheels will grind,

The red creep seeps through the veins of temptation.

The truth was sought out and left to find,

in the damp morning dew of karma’s creation.