Darling what have you done?
I stand agape. My glib tongue is stunned.
How could you be so cruel? Is it malice or are you merely a fool? I know not but despite myself I do care, can you not see the road to perdition right at your feet there?
I loved you once, I fought your fearsome demons with all my passion and might and though twas not enough I bore you no spite. Friends we remained and I forgave your transgressions but surely you must have learned one or two lessons?
I gave you up unto a good man.
Well did he love you with all that he might give from his chest and heart like a great barrel drum. In doing so my friend and brother he did become.
But faithless and loveless are you my witless dear.
With guile and spite and badly hidden secrets did you conspire to hang the cuckold horns upon another, this time not myself but my erstwhile brother.
Your pale skin and bluest eyes did you flaunt and give away but now my dear, where are you today?
Trapped and bruised and filthy squalor by your own many misdeeds, your mind dulled by drink and sex and weeds.
Were you every day we spoke happily so? A whore for all to hire? What wrought within you this damning disdain and ire? Surely a true and faithful love, there can be no aspiration higher?
What have you done my stupid dear? For now your name lays and lies upon each lip? Every pimp and fool would fain now seek to grasp your hip.
Faithful friends have you scorned and yes, for you we have mourned, but beyond our grace and love you’ve passed this day. Are there words yet to save you?
They are beyond my poets tongue. Perhaps by Lady Brigid they may be sung.
Are there deeds to waken a faithful love within you? No man could ever know the true blood of any sons begotten by you.
Your salvation is beyond the works of my hands and words to be done.
Are you forever lost within the dark of addled lust?
You are beyond my help and beyond our trust.
Wake foolish dear! Wake you swiftly now and see!
There is more to be had than forbidden rutting beneath a starlit tree!
Know in time beauty fades, and naught but true friendship and love remains.
Find the path foolish darling.
Know thyself lest you be ever every man’s toy, a kept cat, a stray bitch, a pet starling.