I have seen the cold snowflakes rain down
on my life’s floor of solitude. Yet, not once
did I complain of the cold in my bones.
You can see that my home was always empty
beyond the loneliness of my voice. But I did
not once rue, for I sang a song of love
that brought down all these confounding walls!
I always felt inviolate, in spite of being wracked
by so much overwhelming invisible evil! You’d say that I was
a beacon of a silent light, and never a decanter
of dissoluting water! I remember once, I was
walking on the street and they deliberately
flung water at me, to see if I would shudder!
I don’t fear water, it can never deluge my earth
nor douse my fire! Do you know, I suffered so much
for my true love, unconditionally and without expectation.
So much so, it was my enemies who capitalised on it,
and won; and my armies and me were always defeated.
I don’t seek any help, I just march on, taking in the
squalour of treachery that seeks to inhibit me;
never distraught from the incorrigible harmful deceit
encumbering me. But I am only questioning now, the fact,
that must I go on pursuing my true love, who is so
constrained by the evil treachery that seeks to use her against
me, that it will bring about the demise and defeat of me and everything else I love!
Should I not take it in my own hands and destroy that evil, rather than continue to be sublime?
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