Disillusionment.

Your light no longer warms the soul; the flame now a flicker, your love now a guilty glance across the sinful platter before us - bitten and chewed, the Forbidden Fruit, your pain sings to me, silently – of sadness.

You, a god from years gone by, the erstwhile divine, are now a shadow lurking behind the stained pall of decadence.  You mask your fears behind the veil of the heroic bold and beguile the blind, seek shelter behind a haze of the smoke from burning dreams of the broken, hiding your own self-inflicted wounds.  You, the Great Undoer, and you, the Great Undone.

For blind-eyed worship has now seen your silent fright, as unconfined lust swallows this violent night.

 Your passions are now hollow, mere lies that I foretold. Your dreams are mere escape, illusions uncontrolled.

Your nakedness repulsive, your wonder has now died. Your charms have now been broken, and now been cast aside.

Yesterday’s moon, honey, that’s what you are, yesterday’s moon.