I suck...and other things...

[NobodyNothing]

Part 2 of this 8 part poem of which the previous part I put forth here that was the first third of the third part of the 10th poem of this 18 poem poetic opera...lol...anyway...lol...first love...

The Victim's Lair

The ravishing glow of sheer exuberance…
Unmistakably for my eyes.
Was I helpless, was there nothing
That might have prepared me for this?
In her eyes…what I then knew to be true:
Within this world was born the divine.

Who was I who watched her approach
But the abandoned and left for dead;
Who was I but the remains of a wish
Unshackled from the bondage of time;
Who was I but the wretch and the scourge
Disowned for the pilgrimage of love?

No!…not this!…what will not forget,
What will not feign to've conceded,
What will not condone the renegade's return...
In her eyes…the inviolate seed,
My hope, my home, my purpose, my love,
What comprised my every likeness within...

Not from you did I turn away...
There once came a love that awoke the dream
Of the all it ever wanted to be;
There once left a love fated to see
From what how so this possibility…
But what fell in love and met its shame.

It was for you that I turned away…
There is a knowledge derived from the shock
In beholding the stark enigma of loss;
There is a knowledge obliged to the wound
From whence the mem'ry of love born anew…
For I could not free this love from its pain.

In these eyes…the crux of an undying past…
The myth in the child that came to be true
But to shatter upon the image of you...
In these eyes…the ravaging flames of wrath...
The love that took refuge of its despair
In the heart of the beast lone in its lair…

Of course, I had to make sure the word "beast" was the sixth word, in the sixth line, of the sixth stanza...my weird numerological thing...