http://slow.writerscafe.org/Witherer The original writings of author Jess Armstrong en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986556 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If you don't know what a Judas goat is, just look it up. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Witherer/1594061/ I stole somebody's love for a moment of sweet.I crept into their garden, their lover to meet.The midnight made it a simple thing to greetMy love, for a time, no matter how fleet.But the cost of the joy was quite steep.The secret, you see, I could not keep.My heart found out, and for the loss did wee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Witherer/1593121/ Is it something we should fear?When we cannot tell a pearl from a tear?Or when we whirl and there's nobody near?Is it possible for more than greed to rear?If the arrows we choose to hurlWould not be tipped with jeer, our quarrel;Then the seer would not curlInside our heats and unfurl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Witherer/1593117/  PineconeBody of stone.No more bone.You were proneTo leave me alone.My knife of pineconeTried your death to postpone.He killed you for a kroneNot long agone.They all droneThat you were the anticyclone.But I intoneThat you shone.Now I hone To dethrone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Witherer/1575885/ The TearA tear fell down the prison wall.I felt it, and I watched it fall.Could anything further appall?Or fill me with greater gall?Blood, that travels the dungeon halls, Will dry up when the castle fallsAnd is placed inside a pall.A worse fate could never befall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Witherer/1568073/