By: Gus Victoria
An overconfident man,
Through this dense growth of weedy lies
And ever so sweet fragrant flatteries
Blazes his path,
Like rain drops on oilcloth,
Words slough off,
He ventures on,
Seeking the next discovery,
Ink he draws with his pen
As others blood with blade,
Movement on the page
Gathers as a storm
The meaning he intends,
Sorcery to the uninitiated
Is art in his skilled hand,
Fated to wither as it blooms,
For the master upon the virgin mistress
One day in thoughtless joy intrudes,
His heart in an instant burns with desire
For the goddess of his passion,
Her stare, empty and cool
Causes his senses to flee
And the poet struck becomes the fool,
Orpheus in an moment turns to Actaeon,
She, Diana that sends him away.
