The Little Death

I was once just a little boy

Sweet and naive, like the rest

Wide eyed and cherished by my friends

My soul was like a light

 I believed in Jesus

And the Lord

Said my prayers

Even bowed my head

I thought that things

Would stay like this

Simplistic at the best

I never thought temptation strike

Like it did that day

I say her strut right down that hall

A queen with golden hair

She turned and looked

And met my eyes

I thought I’d come undone

Right there and then

Quite plain to me

All I knew was lost

To some old sin

That ancient lure

Made snare all mortal men

I never was the same again

After that fateful meet

A changed being in heart and soul

To everyone who sees

The torment and things I endure

For her, and her alone

Mayhap that way they call romance

And love the little death…

*the rhythm pattern roughly follows the rhythmic structure of the verses in Sarah McLachlan’s song “Fallen”