I could only keep my full omerta
when that one and only friend of mine
turned away and
lay his slender body
on the chaise longue

Those doe eyes now wide closed
as the ascot came loose

And his voice croaked
in a dull monotone:
“It's not my desire to cast Love aside, like Alberich and Wotan did
—as others do as well.

I was forced to do it all,
before Love could've launched, Its long-schemed
most arcane betrayal, which had been planned
in minute details, since the day
we were born.”