Divided

This one really strikes a nostalgic chord for me. i recall as a youth how we used to fold the old plastic beverage can arrangers into a ring and set them on fire to watch the flames drip. The way the suspension strings of the siege perilous upon which this pretty sits reminds me of a similar thing, only on an infernal scale. i wonder if it is division which has ignited the very tethers upon which the swing seductress so depends.