I take no joy as the sun peeks above the horizon, as it begins its daily walk.
Slowly it crosses the dry barren oasis once portrayed as my heart.
Her love storm appeared falsely, posing as a quiet gentle rain.
The sweet scent of lilacs and roses, her bitter temptation.
She turns and steps away as cold envelopes my very being.
The memory of warmth is as distant as the final star.
There is not a stir from the brutal deadly hounds guarding his lair, for they have memorized my scent.
I have exhausted long futile hours here, desperate for Lucifer's council begging to understand her needs.
But alas he is powerless to reach her way-ward soul, she is alone in her moral stance.
I am left to caress my lonely and shattered dreams of what never could have been.
-Johnny V.
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