Ode to Victoria

A Pindaric Ode.

Intoxicated by a zest for life,
my sweet Victoria sang with robins
outside her window at the break of dawn
and danced with waves on the sand at the beach.
Captivated by her hugs and kisses,
I dreamed of the day she would be my wife.

Suddenly, innocence was blighted by
submission to alluring seductions
which the dark euphoria of drugs produce.
Before long, that terrible addiction
had her tangled up in its nasty web
and stranded her on a chemical high.

She tried to swim
that raging sea of tantalizing euphoria,
until the rip tides
pulled her down for the last time.
Now, because of the drugs,
there are no more hugs.