Spring came like a lover,
drunk with passion
and fumbling desire.
He promised me eternity,
and then became a liar.
Summer came like an inferno,
full of scorched earth
and sunburned skin.
I kissed the lips of a fire demon,
and drank his flames within.
Fall came like a magus,
full of secret tricks
and dark arts.
The hole broke open before me,
and revealed its mutinous parts.
Winter came like a poet,
freezing the sublime in icy verse.
I clawed at the gates of a closed heaven
and received a sinner's curse.
Shyree March 2005
