Adonis | H.S

a prologue

a ring clad hand wrapped around a throat
cocked gun with a finger on the trigger
harsh threats spat from rosy lips
dead stares from mossy hued eyes

a man so ethereal, so endlessly godlike,
endearing and enthralling
it wasn't a wonder how he did what he did
or got away with what he did

but it fuelled him
this was the life of his own desires
he craved it
bathed in the control he had

he didn't believe in a higher power
because he was the higher power
the world at his feet
feared and envied by all

succumb to nothing so that he had no weaknesses
faultless and flawless
a consummate god in form of a man

deep blue oceans
of deceit and
equally as deep webs of fabrication
how far was one willing to go to ensue a facade?

deception masked by desire
he was endlessly godlike