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? 

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