Human Myths
He turns the key apprehensively,
hoping she will finally be there, waiting.
The hinges squeal in a low and painful key,
the door cries tears of sound as it swings wide.
But the cell beyond is dense and dark,
a surfeit of emptiness and soundless dust.
The pain of unqualified failure goes on,
an eternal payment for his mythic quest.
Helmed and armed without his squire,
now slowly mounts his warhorse loyal,
who knows his masters unwavering mind,
turns to follow the perfect feminine mirage.
hoping she will finally be there, waiting.
The hinges squeal in a low and painful key,
the door cries tears of sound as it swings wide.
But the cell beyond is dense and dark,
a surfeit of emptiness and soundless dust.
The pain of unqualified failure goes on,
an eternal payment for his mythic quest.
Helmed and armed without his squire,
now slowly mounts his warhorse loyal,
who knows his masters unwavering mind,
turns to follow the perfect feminine mirage.