Disclaimer: This is loosely based on the works of Ovid and is intended to be part of an ongoing series concerning love in all its many forms. It began as a small idea and, as creations are want to do, quickly became more.
Disclaimer cont'd: This and those of series I address tragic love. This is also an attempt to follow a fairly unforgiving format as a means of practice and to test myself. I hope it does not come across as too contrived because of this.
Dearest in Heart can, will you, look up and speak it? Confess, Your hands confide these rites, quiet though you Sink, in jest .
They offer only cheap facsimiles Ester cast Floating weightless, still Airs; Currents welling from a past.
Heated they now strike new fledged plot built on a Prop. Soaring heights no more Wings, sundered, this son, drop.
Drowned, left alone now He, beset on sides with Half-truths. Hubris, Man's true folly, finds unaware Icarus.
Bleeding heart must I, Faith in none, state of arrest, Proclaim be still drum, Halt! desist this beat and attest?
Taut walls, Labyrinthine structured fibers, steadfast Holdout for Life's raw nectar over-spilling it at last.
Feeding Bull kept feral, full never, drink will it sop. No Hero born heeds call given, beast none can stop.
Where thread? Where sword? to usher Home hapless youths? Lost, Ariadne swayed self-hung by love fit noose.