For My Damndest Damsel Delilah

So where were you (?)
when I searched through the
fields, and found a demon (!)
twitching with death, and
screeching your name –
past Heaven?

Well you must have been
complaining: about a missed
admittance --> X

Another caterpillar missing
evolution®, you were crying
under your own failure* -
and your fever.

Humans can folly ourselves
disastrously, like the flow of
Zeus’ deluge (pagan imagery),
feeds an atheist (squalid) garden,
and swamps a preacher’s Swamped
soul.

So you were crying like
a flower turned from the
Sun, and drowning in
Darkness.

…

And I sit here
to judge you –
though I know not how
to and have no right…

Watch as my horse
runs over the cliff (skull and crossbones),
and dies a subterranean
miseries for all us
mortal (as in pithy) creatures and
our small tendencies.

Am I conceited?

I think not, though
answers can’t help
us when they hide behind
clouds –
the Moon’s vault guarded.
(Not for gold)