He's transfixed
Dreamy & drifting
Within the fantasy
Where he's grand
A true master
Something majestic
Tugging away
The Achilles heel
Shredding it out
A true marvel
The glory of this
A grandeur of him!
Beneath mind trumpets
Trilling his victories
Deafening his ears
Rocking his chemistry
So bold and brave
Persistent and strong
He's transfixed
Dreamy & drifting
Within the fantasy
Then the trouble
The biting reality
"Hell hath no fury --"
"Like a stalker scorned"
Except his weakness
A consuming impotence
His own Achilles heel
That which he displays
Within each onslaught
There is consistency
Ah, beyond the nights' --
Realms of terrorism
He harms no one
Other than those --
Helpless, voiceless
Miniscule, Easy Pickens
He harms no one --
Other than the defenseless
The weaponless babes
Without cognizance
To protect themselves
Or speak of him
His own Achilles heel
Remains his spinelessness
That perpetual nature
Of the lowest perpetrator
The lowest perpetrator
And nothing other
Than this vile debasement.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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