Once friendless, like a lone coyote wandering about in the mess

of human narcissism and bustling haste,

I could care less nary a thing, not my own Death even fate could bring,

and believe I there was, worth my Dread, nothing…

Then came You into my life, and ’twas a change in the air, I knew,

for in me, fear had crept in, I so blame You.

Yes, ’twas fear I felt, for I now dread the polar ice might melt

with catastrophes to come under our belt,

Or the textbook shower of asteroids, to hole our place on Earth and Void,

and beneath its sleeve any other tricks to be employed,

Or come a sociopath may, to wreak havoc upon my wretched soul and way,

with a blade to wield and you a price I have to pay…

A million fears in my wake, asphyxiating me second by second till, like glass, I break,

So, prithee, Foeman of Reality, Maiden in a fleeting glimpse, prithee, spare me the agony, do it… for my sake.