Diana

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.