Zoe

Zoe's landscape eyes are green of Earth

or ocean blue Intense the smile of frost

and dew The nightmare dreams behind

Zoe's eyes (who sees the ruin which 

never subsides) are cast into her slender

frame; the wicked witch and I'm to blame

For Zoe's loss and Zoe's pain 

Zoe's world is black as night and writ 

with sins that Zoe likes The smokes 

and tears that stay inside The bodies

that she says I hide Cowering under

velvet sheets she reads of Rome and

Ancient Greece 

The barbarism at her feet 

For Zoe has a pagan flare which you

will see in the lion's lair Bark and

growl and hiss and spit If it's in 

fashion Zoe's hit, with drama and

a rapture too Owned by Zoe, not 

by you  

An empire is not enough for Zoe's

appetite, Zoe's lust What she has

taken and cast aside, the story

ends in pale light

Nietzsche's little pretty flower 

An Ubermensch would she devour

I withdraw with all my power