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Poem Dedicated to Miss Hancock

I was immersed in the modern jungles,
flowing throngs of peoples block the sun with their leafy branches,
and words drench me with its unrelenting drizzle.

Out of the blue came a slash of color,
cutting and removing the vines that bind me,
and transforms the rain into life-giving elixir of beauty and wonder.

A magnificent avian presented itself,
a statement of excess in ornamentation,
but also in rich expression.

However encounter was fleeting,
and alone I trained,
with the arsenal she had given me.

With time the memories fade into the undergrowth,
washed away by the racing rats,
and the obligatory coagulation of one's mind.

Once more among the lost forests,
I spotted that life-changing swirl of colour,
but I didn't greet her.

I abandoned her in her time of need,
as merciless poachers challenge her authority,
and as she struggled in a desperate deposition.

The utmost of betrayals,
and now she is no more,
yet I shall live on,
her gift in hand,
to fight away the evils that deadens the mind and corrupts one soul.