I was a young vine with leaves until you turned me into a pine.
A flowing river, then you seared me into a desert
I was the dazzling sun, a cynosure of many eyes, until you raped me of my iridescence.
The pride of many men, until you smeared me with lust.
I was the voice of the lad until you severed my tongue
The endless sea of treasures until you cut me open and gave them to dogs.
The eaglet learning to soar until you clipped my wings.
The rain of promise until you drained my brain.
The beacon of hope until you obfuscated my light.
Enough! For I have drank the cup of fury and eaten many bowls of pain. I am fed up. You have crossed the Rubicon.