Godless Hedonism

Hedonism

She was vivacious,

bold,

audacious,

irreverent,

and in her brilliance all came alive…

She was sardonic,

and they laughed when

she cut men down to the size of boys,

like cedars hewn at the blows of a barbarian.

Her beauty was alive, extending its vines to capture any

who would pass by,

and in her languid eyes there was the tranquility of apathy.

She spoke with eloquence,

confidence,

captivating in the sincerity of her gestures,

her touch, her promises.

She was a liar, but they wanted her lies,

they loved her promises,

they were transfixed by how she spoke,

and, like her, cared little for what she spoke.

They congratulated themselves for loving her,

for evolving beyond the tedious gods of youth.

She was intoxicating,

and when her red lips

drew close,

all the people paused.

And while she kissed him

she slipped in the knife,

and laughed at the love she saw in his eyes.

And the people loved her more for it.