He met himself inside Hell’s Gate.The face
was older, sadder. ‘You will die for this’.
The other said, ‘and die without a kiss.
Your fame will live, but there won’t be a trace
of any of your work. You’ll be a word
for not trusting enough in simple love,
for over-reaching, aiming far above
what you can do. And be seen as absurd
in farces, and in tragedies just sad.’
Orpheus said,’ I’ve come too far to fail
whatever happens. We will be a tale
forever. If that’s all we are, too bad.
Love never lasts but tales of love live long.
I’ll get her back. But if not, become song.’