A Dream Diverted

It was a Tuesday morning, bright and early.

The first step of a young man's dream.

Eyes ahead, big smile; he was prepared, surely. 

Nothing could stop him or so it seemed.

The other actors present their being

He should have felt engaged

A divine herald strikes, its presence freeing

His true passion now uncaged.

She was rarer than the whitest pearl

An angel without wings

Her eyes address him, her hair unfurls

His pride, his joy, his heart and soul, they sing

An essence eternal, the hope of all

Beauty undescribable, through the words and thoughts of men

Enough to make the pillars of heaven fall

A prophet of love God sends

His dream, it changed

Through himself quickly crushed

His destiny is that of the devil, enflamed.

He burned everything he touched.