Future – By UmmeAaiman (2004)

She stood facing me,

my future she said she was,

that if I’d touch her with love

she’d turn to gold.

Offhandedly, I said I will.

I will.

She stood facing me,

pleading for my touch,

dying to turn to gold.

I looked at all I had with me

and wondered if these same treasures would she hold.

Temptress’ lies, temptress’ ways,

how I dreamed on for pretty days,

wisdom, wealth, God and love,

she promised me some from all above.

Each day she held her hand out to me,

“Come hold my hand, eternity you’ll see,”

she whispered promises in her in evil lying ways,

promises in her alluring gaze.

I came to trust her soothing voice

and lent her my eager hand,

she took it and flashed

a sudden smille of evil

and my future, she turned black

PS: This is the one I’d written, which I found buried in dust.