IF YOU TURN YOU MAY LOSE THE WORLD, ORPHEUS
He said:
'I found her there.
Her cold, still stare.
Dead by a vipers' nest.
'Consumed with grief,
In disbelief I cursed
The fates.
I grew to hate.
'But I played to the gods.
Enchanted tune.
Seduced and reduced;
sentimental swoon.
'Sentimental, they were;
no heart-felt there.
My heart was broken
They did not care.
'Sentimental, they wept:
"Let the woman live free".
A caveat, of course:
The onus on me.
'The pressure on me
Not to turn back and see.
Yield to my joy
My anxiety.
'I was given a chance
To recoup what I'd lost;
To retrieve the woman
I'd lost at my cost.
To retrieve the woman
I loved to death
'Should have checked
My excitement.
Held my breath.'
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