Pride

Pride, the Seductress for she is irresistible to man. Pride, the ultimate actress, who like all women has many faces, each more beautiful than the last. Pride’s mirror shows you all that you are and her love makes you feel likes king. Her voice is like a golden bell, pure and perfect. Pure and perfect just like you. Her fruit is so sweet and the words of her siren song are always true but plant her seed into your hearts garden, whether man or woman, leaves your soul broken on a beach of barren sand. The angel, the simple spirit, a shy black spider teaches us Pride’s lesson. Beautiful, terrifying, and her gentle kisses deadly poison. No man is Pride’s master. Dare to use her golden wings called Success and fly higher then every one else. With head held high, both pauper or king, will always fall on their face. Pride makes you a Fool. When you fall from her grace, like Icarus, you do not get back up. She is no man’s to use. Every male who treads her web is left, like the angel shows us, a lifeless husk. Only a strong and wise woman, like a sister spider, can tread her tangled web safely for a short time. A wise woman is never proud but she can use her pride to destroy doubt and insecurity and mend the broken spirit of the people she lead. For a wise woman knows, like the angel reminds any who disturb her by flashing a bright red hour glass, that it is only a matter of time before Pride will destroy you.