How often must this hermit
step upon the same familiar rakes
before the crooked fates
cut him some slack?
before the wooden handle breaks?
before the imprint on his cranium
becomes a crack?

I’ll tell you..
however many times the handle’s loving kiss
already graced his thick and stubborn head.
but now he is all out of tears to cry.
he is all out of beauty for which to be bled.
And that is why..

From now on and for all the rest of time
He shall no longer be complicit
In The Devil’s crime.
This hermit shall abandon
The Devil’s wicked ways..
And to his tender heart the keys
From now on he shall safeguard in his deepest hiding place.
Never again shall they be given out lightly..
Never again shall they be granted for free.
Ohh this hermit may be blinded..
But through the eye of reason he can see..
That love received must match the love provided.

In many muses until now he has confided..
This hermit carries no regret.
His former muses, humbly loving hermit never shall forget.
Their beauty he immortalized and shall remember fondly.
But now he waits until the right one comes around.
He’ll wait for her until she’s found.
He’ll wait for her however many years he must
or else until allfather titan Kronos
turns the fire in his heart to ash..
to ashen dust.