March of the Lemming

The lemming marches through

The path of columbine violet

Love and hate

The line of ever evanescent shadow

Waxes and wanes with the tide

The foam of salty sea spray

Rise from between jagged teeth

The spittle of the maw

Coalescent columns rise in greeting

Columbine sheds its petals

Adorns the belladonna in violet

Ruby red crimson

The nightshade beneath the silver moon

Weaves a cobweb to trap the ruby

Flickers for an instant

Then lays dead

beneath a shower of crimson petals