Smiled upon one posing beneath a lustrous vine,

Quaffing wine.

Curious interest began the strange descent

Into the maze.

Round and ’round we frolicked with no end in sight,

Until one fated day, I met my faze.

O cursed day – the onslaught of the blight.

Unbeckoned, uncelebrated, unsung; it came.

The flood washed…

Washed out, into the unknown, all, to the dawn.