A faded memory flayed.
Layers peeled back unveiling
Frayed old strings for a symphony of sympathy.

A suffocated cacophony, he says. Let it be.

A jaded sentinel slayed.
Players reeled back, unfailing.
Prayed for wings, but found empty of empathy.

The scintillating epiphany she shares set it free.

I swore I’d never be the victim.
But I have been the whole time.
Those words are wiser than wisdom.
Her eyes grow wider with mine.
A notion inspiring devotion divine.
An ocean of new truths all spoken in rhyme.
My Dryad’s mydriasis is something sublime.