Towers and Bridges

III But, of course, I had no dizzying towers To burn...only bridges; and they were torched Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours; Along with so many mighty battlements sacked, Countless golden fields scorched... Afterall -- it was the age of Bronze! I should have well known that in the flight Of birds, in each cold dawns pale grey light, I would eventually come to see the unalterable Fates of Wilusha's last Imperial Scions:- Tottering precariously - on the brink - A world in crisis! Then the elopement... Did you not once stop to carefully think It through? Giddied no doubt by bestowment Of that accursed title; just as if it were the Same giddying rush You have experienced from the heady Potency of a full bodied, Oaked Chardonnay. The coy performance at being required to strip -- An inner excitement at your self's shamed Nakedness! The obvious insincerity on display When receiving an invite to dine at the gaudy Little bistro; your hot skin noticeably flushed With the delirium of wine; frequently Pressed to partake of yet another glass; There was, he casually said, much to be Desired in a pleasurable rape. Her audible gasp... As if, from that roadside window, she was Suddenly staring out over the idyllic plains Of mythical Arcadia; His eloquent assurances artfully calculated To lend themselves to a distressful behaviour.