On His Way To Hades
This hummingbird has forgotten himself
He has misplaced his natural instincts
Flower to flower no longer serves
His purpose his wings stand still as
He hovers about this particular rose
She has become his fallen Goddess or
Rather his “to be fallen” did he take a
Wrong turn the path to win this broken
Trophy seems all to familiar yet unlike any
Other thorn bushes adorn its neck two shades
Above darkness light her way she’ll trip
Over her pain she just doesn’t know it yet
Or maybe he lives oblivious to her trap
Me oh Venus before I’m able to fly away
I’ll return your pollen only to purloin your
Nectar once more while you feast on what’s
Left of my soul and I let you consume my
Wings the pain comforts me it’s solace to a
Wounded hummingbird lost on his way
To Hades
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