OSCAR WILDE

You charmed
and disarmed us
with satire
like Orpheus
playing the lyre
yet because of sex
that was once a secret
but not a regret
sent to gaol,
spent in your nights
from a desolation of Hell
you turned to Jesus
in isolation
only you can tell,
as night falls again
on the world wide stage
with courage in language
covering your soul's pages.