you were my first
i was your friend
a safe harbor for me to spend
my days in genial ardor
you claimed the crown of evil
i attended court thinking us equal

Love was lost. Made spectral by a scrutinizing host
in my brainpan, so I couldn't stand to hear the hopeful
squabble like birds. You, in your grace, attended my concerns
like a cook using the books I burned to smoke your meat.
I was fed your dish with a season of good reason and a garnish
of nobble wisdom to taste, but lo, I was still ace.

Under the light of dim stars, we met, and when I left with a shrug
dramatic, you panicked, and picked up your verge.
For I had no right to dare to abscond without leave,
so an earthen clad seneschal was sent to bring me to my knees.
Apologizing for the insult, my dissidence I vowed to purge.
Abysmal thoughts were spinning my being like a drug
anyway. Any day my intransigence caused despair,
gave cause to dislodge my indolent cognizance.

Yet that specter was no feature of a mind grown to lag,
but a creature made evil at a sunny day in bed.
A dagger of shame given to me,
made sharp by lies of mockery,
a skinny blade shaved down to memory,
that punctured my humanity.

And lo, I was twisted to a form resembling the natural.
And lo, my sweaty disgust was actual.
Not a nightmare I'd survived,
but a terror I'd find
anytime that my eyes
took in the morning sunrise.
And my stomach got sick
And my reason felt thick
from a monster's wicked
sweaty ill-fated trick.

Then,
upon the horizon between life and death,
came a visitor with orange fur, her head an elephant.
Then,
lowering one paw, she bowed deeply and called
me to climb upon her shiny coat and ride back home.

On a ride of clouds past balconies,
where termites feasted for centuries,
the baku swam gently to hades.
Stepping off scared, I got to the shore,
and walked into darkness where no sound could form.
The winged brother of living death
shook my hand firm and I drank from Lethe.
Didn't He at least see me,
struggling to breathe?!