Ringlets Well.

What goes around comes around. I can shout, scream, tickle, fly, take a two full swing and shout goodbye to all of ever and of every and of evermore, be it forevermore. A cupid in the air arrowing his arrow towards whom he finds suited for the other. An innocent baby face, baby winged cupid flying in a club. Who would have thought it true? Then them cyber cupids with electronic cursors blasting the vacuumed air of cyber love. But shh, the name spoken to soon. Of singular asses and triple swings ending a one. Beautiful he is. She denies but he is. Now who's who and which's which! I'm then, again, on this edged brim. Intentionally made for coincidental chance. To fall and submerge inwards or to fall out towards freedom. The water rises high, flowing through it's legs, eyes, and it's hard exterior. The crab lies awake scuttling the soft beaded beach with no cares of the world or what lays ahead (aside, in this case). Then wham! Smack right into a bulky figure. Wise crab gave multiple thoughts with it's many legs; pincering the surrounding air as though in attempt to catch fluttering fishy ideas. Bulky figure held the crab. Ares, it's name. The Ram. A mad inter-species bond, yet uncommon. Ram of the sixth, and crab of the ninth, the one ruled strongly by moons and of the heavens. Far above the cliff smiles cupid, blowing the edge curve of his bow as though the assassination of unsuspected hearts was just an affair taken place one too many times. The wicked  schemes of angels, cupids, taking place. What was. What now. What then. Be ridden on the cornering beach expecting a million and one fortune of each other. What should be feared most is the path they now lead. The water dwelling shelled emotion and the fiery ruthless beast will have to watch the seasons to come. Fogs, come then now and here where the combined is depressingly sad. So be it. The crab scuttles a choice now, stay or stay no more.