Attempted Bargain

What if I told you that vanity

Would cave in your poetic refuge,

performing a professed  bravery -

whose selfless searches

and holy wounds -

have been sinned against eversince?

What if I followed you home

to recount  the sorrowful journey,

the flawless green seasons
running dry, each step
of the narrowing passageway,

enveloped in a slow-melting darkness

and flaming oaths

of an overheard serenade?

What if

the pious mercy of the defeated

was not felt in vain?

Would  you  take a step back

and allow  their  long-term surrender

to dissolve the  improvised  maze

platonically taken for an honest mistake?