Love of Everything

The Lord of all he gained was tickled to his soul,
Until we realized he was being devoured by moles,
With their teeth in his veins that wouldn't let go,
He kept walking until mazes grew out of control

He ran to see his bride who was knitting in pursuit,
To regain his power that was not perceived as roots,
But she gouged out his eyes and gave a mock salute,
To the heart that she knew before suspicion took root

He took it as an improvement and said it to her face,
The wounds still bled through the tightly wound lace,
This was as close as it got to feeling warm embrace,
Tattered angel wings unhinged were falling from grace

Before he could lift a finger the room began to shake,
His legs drilled to the core were giving way to break,
Grabbing for bust's platforms would become his last mistake,
For he grabbed Medusa's curse and in his palms crawled snakes

He became frozen like exiled Gods in statuesque poses,
Shattered like mountains boulders and Burning Bush Roses,
It was as if Robin Hood hit him to the core from his bow,
Wrinkled roots and gray bodies die in forests never sown