New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

so bare...
leafless branches
stark against cold grey skies...
dark fingers reaching for the sun...
fall's chill

fall's chill
bites into the
skin with little nipping
teeth, a playful kitten chasing
its prey

its prey
huddles, quiet,
hidden in the shadows....
hackles raised, aware of danger
nearby

nearby
is relative,
and relativity
is subjective; or so Einstein
might say.

might say
a bit about
this and that, blabbering
endlessly, doodling only to
pass time

pass time
doing small talk
this date was D.O.A.
we look at each other and know.
check, please?

Check, please.
It's time to go.
Sooner or later it
will be time to go. And each one
must pay.

must pay
with riches told
money is worthless here
offer your life and all you have
no fee

must pay
or otherwise
make good the promises
made in moments of weakness, for
honour

eeek!

no fee
is too high a
price to pay for true love.
Some things defy monetary
values

honor
is life itself
here at the end of time
define it live it it take it all
measured

**bii...i am laughing now**

Oh no! Usually it's symphony I clash with.

Let's try again:

measured
the flour to
the bowl, add eggs, sugar
and milk. Mix, stir and bake your cake,
yummy!

yummy
so delicious
grins wrapped in pink icing
fingers covered in cake n crumbs
what fork?

what fork
of the road shall
I pursue....left or right?
the choice dangled in front of me....
which way?