An odd fellow
With an unusual pallor to his face
Contrasting purples and burgundies
Of questionable origin
A stern expression
Features set in stone but
Yielding at times to the cracks in his morality
Not a particularly striking man
Just appealing enough to open any chamber room
He should desire
Women flock to him and then
Draw away once they recognize
The corruption in his heart

As though his dreams and afflictions
Were hollowing him out

He lived
Still as the unspoken worries
Feasted on his being
Painfully aware until
The last instance
In which he permitted himself

To
Speak
Her
Name.