beware ye all who enter here,
words lie around here,
not to soothe thy heart.
here desires are stocked,
and hunger reigns,
quench your thirst at leisure,
when the liquor flows.
open thy mind,
let the exhilaration course
through thy veins,
feel the exquisite pain,
and see thy heart bleed.
immerse thee in the beauty
but beware of the thorns,
thou will be challenged,
may sometimes be titillated,
words may sometimes bite,
but they will not curse,
they will prick, and they may poke,
but they will never incite.
violence is abhorred here,
and love dispensed freely,
so take what you like,
who knows what tomorrow brings,
the glaciers recede,
and the river dies.
Fleeting Muse 