Banishment

What cloud of desperation obscured
my now crystal-clear vision?
How did I transform you into
a being worthy of my treasures?
Now, I know. Now, I see
how you would have squandered my love.
My love would be useless to you,
like annoying fifty-cent pieces
cast into a dank and putrid fountain.
The venomous sting of your Scorpion soul
did not pierce the armor of my heart.
The stench from beneath your rock
is foul,
inviting you back home
as I flee to solitary safety.
I grapple to discover reason in my cave of refuge,
it eludes me, twisting, turning,
changing shape, changing form until I see...
you are nothing to me.
I cast you to the fury of the sea,
the wrath of flame,
the terror of tempestuous winds,
the rot of the earth.
Be gone!