Echo’s Lament

Ribald wit stirs

In her wake, with her 

Peach ripe beauty. Call her

Not a friend, for she allows

not solace, or compassion. 

Make her an accomplice 

in every Dirty deed, we 

make no excuses

For shrewish behaviour. 

Take a pause

Suspended skeletal 

Curtain call

With each fawning 

Reflection upon

The nymph-laden pool.