Farewell To All That (3)

FAREWELL TO ALL THAT (3)

I stared at the Priestess in horror:

'You're missing the point; I'm packing it in. The mores of society drive me insane. Where's the gain in a system that lies through its teeth; that thrives on bad faith and on misplaced belief?'

'There's no need to bellow,' boomed the Priestess.

I continued (this time, in verse),

'I will not come and live here.
I really can't stand
The role of devotion;
To jump on demand.
The faithful companion;
It's not in my blood.
I have no loving instinct.
(Perhaps, I'm a dud?)
But, I'm sure I'm not willing
To give up my life.
I could've got married,
Become a good wife.
No, it's not in my nature
To nurture and care. . . '

'You will die sad and lonely. Of that, please, beware.'