Adoration - II:

The crisp paper seemed

To wrinkle, ripple,

And dry out as the

Light tinting of where the

Brandy had spilled soaked through

The ink smeared page

My hand hovered, on sight

My quill dripping

Circles of expanding ink

Onto the page

I blinked, perhaps more than I realized

My eyes leaked, salty tears

As I look toward his sleeping

Silhouetted form

Content, breathing calmly

By the ablaze hearth

The only words still lingered

Like the sweet, blister of

Belladonna’s poison

I resigned, folded the paper

Carefully and threw it to the flames

Allowing all hope to fade

I had sold my soul long ago

Prompted by the sting of betrayal

Immortality wanes ever so deeply

He should not have to do the same

Not for the likes of me.