The Parable of the Wolf and the Lamb

Years of friendship separated my love

for a Man, many years younger than I

He was the innocence that I wish

that I had, but lost many years ago.

I tried to take it back for

my own selfish purposes.

I took the gamble and not

only lost but the dealer took all!

I have lost trust, friendship, and voice.

He no longer speaks verbally to me

but in a body language that is

both scary and angry.

Wait, I can feel his body radiating

the messages of "Fucking Faggot" and

"The virgin angels will weep for you!"

The dealer in heaven is angry as

the wolf took his lamb for sex

but is happy as the wolf was slaughtered.

The wolf is now skinned and is drying.

The wolf has been brushed and is

unfit for human consumption.

The Lamb rests, thinking nothing but of pastures.

He knows of the atrocity but doesn't know

of the sickness that the wolf might have had.

The sickness is eternal and is a blemish of fear.

It will stay with him forever despite the FUCK that occurred.