Gratuitous contempt
Is what it became
Well before the
Dousing of the flame
The man i had become
Bent beyond recognition
Unable to comprehend
Or withstand her hatred
I, who was blessed
With an enormous
Capacity for love
Trapped in a vortex
Of need and greed
The appetite enormous,
Ravenous
Never sated
Cursed like that Count
An emotional vampire
Depleting the well
Devouring the hand that feeds
Leaving Sere the land that feeds
Reclaiming the desert
Rebuilding the garden
Refilling the well
Getting well
Leaving the serpent
To devour it's tale.
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