After fancying Orpheus for years,
And gardening mesmerizing fantasies
Of witnessing crystal rains, hearkening Elvis,
Or languid walks in the short alleys of the old gated city, together,
I realized I am not that brave anymore
To expedite to the underworld.
I am a coward to the core.
I am stupefied in a Medusa-esque way
By the demands of the world,
While wolves gulped all the lambs,
Lava smothered gardens of lily and poppy,
And butterflies suffered agony,
I succumbed to the nightmares.