Caustic Love

A sestina I once wrote for someone.

Caustic Love

When love becomes so utterly dark,

Entangled with one so cruel and cross;

When life lacks vibrance, it dons the pale

Guise of the listless, heavy as lead.

Pains set in: Caustic, molten, iron.

Emotions truly are one man's rue.

When love controls your mind it will rue

and leave a gaping void in the dark.

Rigid, unmoving, cold as iron,

Warmth of any sort dares not to cross

Somber resplendence, for 't is the lead,

Do not tempt it, with thine face so pale.

Our cloy doings easily pale

In envy's bitter, within lust's rue;

Purity is fouled by tainted lead.

How can one hope in a world of dark,

One where light was affixed to a cross

So crudely borne, fashioned of iron.

And when light bleeds out it will iron

Smooth all dreams rife with life, left so pale,

So bland, when trite, overplayed lives cross

And neither might love, this is the rue,

The dregredations, succumbing to the dark,

Falling victim to an unfit lead. 

For when Les Malheureux try to lead,

You'll find them in coffins of iron.

Chilling humor, so haughty yet dark,

Joys of love will, to Sadism, pale.

Break my heart, mon Prince de la Rue;

I adore your gaze, your eyes so cross.

Holding agony, till paths may cross,

Even if time drips slower than lead,

I will ensure that you'll find your rue,

Your fate sealed fast with nails of iron.

As life is fleeting, your eyes grow pale,

Blinding desire, despair of the dark.

Hoist this wretched cross of dark iron.

The poisonous lead colors skin pale.

If it is my rue, you'll see the Dark.