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A Poet's Curse.
Oh swoon, my moon, into fading night.
Without I, your sun, your guiding light.
May the Heavens betray you.
Oh cry, my sky, from your cloudy eyes.
Without I, your sea, to swallow your pride.
May the Earth betray you.
Oh seethe, my queen, from your golden seat.
Without I, your village, to sow your seeds.
May the Masses betray you.
Oh wither, my rose, into lines and prose.
Without I, your roots, turned to winter snows.
May Your Friends betray you.
Oh squall and crawl, without eyes and tongue.
Torn asunder, your blackened lungs.
May your Guile betray you.
Oh writhe and lament, a heart carved in cement.
Four decades, I curse, spent in torment.
May comfort betray you.
