What Were I? Poem by Raaghavi SudhaGenga

Bathing in the moonlight
She laid on her bed
With O Fortuna playing beside.
Her thoughts rose and fell
Aligned to the melody's pace,
To the same words and the same face
Slashing her memories
And pouring despair.
Glistening comets glided
From her eyes as she recalled:
O Fortuna Will you spare me
From Nemesis? Or will you
Let me suffer her wrath?
Her plans...
To torment me or tolerate me
Not I do know.
But Him...
And the hell I pushed him into
That I knew.
Boiling rage and piercing words
I made him stay through
The volleys I shot.
His scars satisfied me
His screams, my lullaby.
Yet day after day
He came by my side
And took all I gave.
Repent or remorse and all that was there
Tautly hidden beneath his hardened heart.
Between came another soul
Gentler than mine, he believed,
Soothing the sores burnt by me
Filling the holes bored by me
With voice of siren and face of angel
Coveting all that I took as mine.
Yes, treachery it was
And at its best she was.
Led by the siren he dived
Deaf to my pleas he plunged
Deeper and deeper into a darkness
Neither Hades nor Tartarus could surpass.
No more my muse
No more my spark
No more my comfort
In the folds of dark.
Like a stray lamb did he wander
Till he found the greener side.
Greener was hers as barren was mine.
Worthy, was she?
Then, what were I?