SOLACE

Restless still at such an hour

In the glorious advent of dawn

Reluctance, fear, and chance

Play up my soul.

A wicked soup

Ever so tempting…

Too hot and yet so cold.

A strange brew,

This solace of you.

Relentless Fate toying with my heart

A scheming mystic mischief

Guised as Venus’s iniquitous li’l tart

Enticingly sweet and plausibly brittle.

I crash and crumble

Humbled

By this strange brew,

This solace of you.

Baleful distress, disdain, and distance

I do realize

To my demise

Excruciating resistance.

Scorn and torn, I let my heart

And mind be still.

Achingly

Departing from sweet insanity

Yet ever yearning.

What vicious stew…

A strange brew,

This solace of you.