The Spirit and a Widow

Do you blame me in all your sins, Widow?
I saw like you, but much more younger.
Outcast by their own families
Before the beginning of karmic lives.
With a talent, maybe. But! Talents was lost
All the future black widows. For some reason,
We are the ones who their blame.
Just like you, the old never married Widow.
A bit of shame, a bit of fear. But!
Sort of the truth. We are the part of this.
Not the which you usually 'think'.
Do you blame me still in all your tears?
The truth is all was their fault. Like yours.
The golden ticket they've found in faces like mine.
The ticket which would make them free from pain,
But... Too cruel they were. The same old story!
About demons and vain. No more golden tickets.
And all their talents were taken away as the pay.
Do we really the ones who should be blamed?
You never see how empty your world, but
I am even not sure that your world exist...
Your author is lost. Theirs are too. Who gave
You rights to ruin parts of the other books?
You never hear the voice of clear mind:
We are not the reason. It is always only you.
Go save your author instead to be screaming.
The things you've lost can't be returned.
But be aware of our famous and fabulous Devil
Who is brining the judgement on every road.
That's our authors who will take last white pages
From authors of yours to fix holy stories of gods.

28-29.6.2022