He recalled
The harrowing times
         of the delightful past.
When his cavalcade of love
          paraded the valleys of treason.
When the fountain of loyalty was
         suffocated by immaculate treachery.
When the lofty emotions were
          colonized by scorching beauty.
When torment itself meant sooth.
When none but
she plundered him miserably.
And his companions hijacked by desolation......
All he wants is a corridor of shame
     where he could invest
his earned looses beneath the agonizing walls of anonymity.
Do him a favor, arrange it for him....

Will not you....? ? ? ?