Michelle John

To the depths of my soul,
Had I known...
You'd steal my seraphim.
I pleasantly muse,
And you still rage about a childhood
Ill, that for all truth,
Happened when I was not yet a man.
I suppose your Karma works
By theft, lies, deceit, slander
And cheating and swindling?
Yes... you spin your magic web
Of lies, stealing someone's poem
I know not whose...
Hieronymus Bosch,
And trips to heaven and hell...
Tell me... did you visit Jotunheim in a dream?
Did you go to heaven, or hell?
No... but you steal even that from me.
I forgive you... though...
Which is what you ought to have done me.
I hope you enjoy your world,
Which you have fought so hard for,
And have won by your own prowess.