He had
Cult status
Long before
He knew
He drew
Aficionados
Right out of
The blue
He couldn’t
Stand us
Neither me
Nor you
But he had
Cult status
Nothing he
Could do
He suffered
Cult status
One of the
Elite
All these
Roses
Dying at
His feet
He felt
Shattered
Always
Incomplete
But he had
Cult status
How could life
Compete?
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Oh that cult status – watch from afar and don’t get too close! (well done, btw)
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
He sounds like a total cult to me.
LOLOLOL!! 🙂 🙂