Ode To A Past Muse

Once upon a time,a request beseeched me;

"Move me with your words of passion"

Alas! Thought I. Passion will not
sprout from seeds that lack compassion.

Must I confess something wicked?
I shall. And shall indeed.

Hypocrite! Accussed I.
I can repeat numerously
when those foul words slipped your tongue.

Words of a song you quoted, in lamentations
of the one that you once loved and lost.

Must I repeat those cursed words?
You know those words. Poisoned are they,
infecting me without my consent.

Nevertheless,I must admit;
The poison that slipped from your mouth,
now slowly seeps from mine.


In memoriam. - PRID. KAL. DEC. MMVI

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