DIABOLICA - Observing omens

A poetic view of our circumstances...

Diabolica is not a woman. Nor is it a place.
It could be a metaverse; an imaginary space.
Maybe an exciting escapade, raising hope or doomed to fade
When the love you thought you had made, succumbs to an ominous shade.

It is a darkening of the soul; a wound which leaves no mark.
As if you cloaked your vital spark with another layer of dark
And swore to conceal it deeper, locked behind a shield
Where none could injure or misuse its precious energy field.

The microscopic blood red light glows waiting to ignite,
And grow like a Phoenix from the flame, vermillion bright.
The time will come for moving on and no-one can ignore
That this delicate spark of soul will surely rise and roar.

Diabolical lessons learned, shocking but essential,
An interaction education, presumably consensual.
So that was Diabolica. Someone should have warned us.
I wonder what is coming next… before this world has mourned us.