The viral nature of our affair,
The defeat of serendipity with rage;
We declined gold
for Fortune's ore,
Refined whim to arrogance
and spent it
on a sensual and crimson beast.
The hunger of illusion -
Ravenous, insatiable,
Driven by poisoned surety
in broken selves.
Draining truth
of vital substance,
Trailing husks and lies
like fetid bread crumbs
to this haunted tomb:
Our names carved here
With that first careless step.