She looks at me as if I hung
the moon
the stars
the planets that live so far
from where we stand,
inside the forest
She looks at me but doesn’t see,
My beauty,
My poetry,
My hunters stance, with bow in hand
ready to shoot, unlikely to revel
in a one sided, less egotistical romance

I hold in my palm her beating heart
which was pure until the day my gaze
was riveted upon her face and she fell
deep into a whirling maze of disdain
Beauty such as mine is sublime but
her heart is nothing to me, I hunt
to watch it fall to the earth and gather dust
She may pick up any piece that may remain
while I step over it with my next footfall
not leaving anything left to gain

Retribution catches me on a stormy night
following a trail of broken hearts and guided
by my gloriously shining light.
Tip toeing over less than fortunate souls
that gave their love to me,
and let me throw them away
just so they could bask finitely in my beauty

Nemesis, I see you there, by the edge of the lake
Come forward, and I will love you
with all my heart has room for, and I will give
as good as I take.

As I stand at the edge, I look back
upon the ground
and see the trail of ****** offerings
that my love has taken and drunk from
and the lives that I thought I had awakened
but I actually put to sleep while I dropped
what I did not bother to keep.

Then my gaze is caught, enraptured
by the silken caress of water lapping
at the face that stares back at me.
It hangs the moon, and the stars
and shows me planets that are afar
I can not look away from all the joys
it shows to me.
*I’m drowning in ecstasy