Last Stand

Who was it that has sent you here this day? Timed with chance by a wronged man's suspicions. An accurate surprise shot you this way. It was quick like me shutting this small book. Death before repentance on back slide slope. Smoother than oil drops on honeycomb's hook. Left with regrets measured by hourglass sand. So it is by this white throne I now stand. ------------------------------------------------------- **Inspired by Proverbs 5:3 (KJV)** I have been here for almost three years. I still like my first posted poem, though I no longer like poems I wrote years prior to joining PS (this first poem is the only exception). I still like this poem because it was the start of my style changing. Since becoming a member, I have learned a lot about the different forms of poetry, especially meter.