Enmeshed purple, red, blue

I wonder why the need for speed
is it wind in the hair or desire to bleed
hastening your arrival, meet the Maker
estimated time, past tea, early supper

what would you say then to your Maker
"how do you do? time for dinner?"
I do imagine He may say - "not for you - your arrival undue,
see, I only had the table set for two"

with that rejection, he faces away
heart is laden with dismay
distant beeps and soft murmurs
took him out of deep, dark slumber

"wha...who..." his first words said
his eyes saw needles, pain in his head
no ‘get well soon’ or cheerful flowers
he wanted to feel just like the others

a darting pain, an aching heart
he spiralled into deafening silence
his only company, dejection
he sucked in the air thick with disappointment

in his nightmares
he would pummel the air -
"all the rosaries that i prayed, hours of mass,
didn't it count - how can you let it all pass?!

resentment of decades
hopes unpaid
while in the shadows waiting in glee,
the infamous red cloak wants to end this melee

"come my poppet, sit with me"
applying balm to soothe his knees
but behind his cloak, hidden dagger
with one swift flick, it is all over.

it wasn't for the thrill of wind in the hair
that he made the pact at the villain's lair
more because he was shouldering hurt
of rebuff from love he once covert

Petal P. Rose