Adoration's Decrowning

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I stepped off the precipace brusquely,
staunch witness to Your harsh ‘goodbye.’
A whisk of Your hand had beckoned Me, thusly.
‘Tis the last thing I’d see before I die.

And as I had fallen, I did remember
those nights a-fire, those eves-a-gleaming—
those delicious waves of untold pleasures
that We had shared so fleeting ...

... those days spent prior to Your dire, li’l pities
toward a Man You had never treasured;
a Man whose guilt ‘twas mired with eternal fret—
a Man whose worth was ne’er measured.

You had no mercy when it came to bid farewell
to this Boy whose deepest fear was drowning
so deep in a well laid for kisses and wishing—
this glory of adoration’s decrowning.

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