The game

Shards of stories
wrapped in lace
laid before His glory
A life of frightning choice
in haste
Lived with rivets unwinding
I smiled to covered my own face
which fell behind silver lining
and found metallic sliver
waste
Kissed goodby was pining

In hindrance begged and pleaded thus
for love garnered by fools
without eyes for lust
or kindness entertwining
Left the game depositing hope
in the shards of stories
behind hidden face
laden in the lining