On His Way To Hades

This hummingbird has forgotten himself He has misplaced his natural instincts Flower to flower no longer serves His purpose his wings stand still as He hovers about this particular rose She has become his fallen Goddess or Rather his “to be fallen” did he take a Wrong turn the path to win this broken Trophy seems all to familiar yet unlike any Other thorn bushes adorn its neck two shades Above darkness light her way she’ll trip Over her pain she just doesn’t know it yet Or maybe he lives oblivious to her trap Me oh Venus before I’m able to fly away I’ll return your pollen only to purloin your Nectar once more while you feast on what’s Left of my soul and I let you consume my Wings the pain comforts me it’s solace to a Wounded hummingbird lost on his way To Hades