To Hellen

This is just a work in progress. I wrote it rather quickly when an idea came to mind as I watched an old movie. The idea, is that I thought about the adversity of willingly looking upon the corpse of a recently deceased lover. Would our dreams become plagued with their face? The verb can be exchanged with the metaphorical 'looking' deeper into one's existence and will. The corpse does not necessarily need not to be breathing. The titular female is a reference to the archetype of all unfathomable/unreachable beauty, and also, a play on the phrase "To Hell and back"...

Do I dare to look upon thee?
What sacred cinders
remain
nearly burning deep
within your eyes.
To see the face
that will forever
haunt me-
the inescapable crutch
of your demise.
What love, for whom
there exists no fight
too great in size,
no wager, 'cept life
too great to bet-
and even then...
   How does one plunge
unto the very depths
and hold expectations
to return as was-
to survive.
I am no hero
-no Orpheus-
and fate would prove
too great
for even he.
There is no place
that yet remains
will be left
unperturbed;
no memory that holds
its one true form
of beauty
will ever be
un-marred, untouched
and left justly so
as always was
in life.