A Candle Flames Tapper Poem by Mark Heathcote

We have no more life
Then a candle flames tapper
That lights the path
Of death and wild-eyed destruction.
No sooner married than oaths a wife
A maiden - a stranger - Loves-enabler
Raves in her silver, moonlit; birdbath-
Chamber:
Now whole new worlds
Come under her reconstruction.
So hold tight, cavalier, your warhorse
Else her passions turn inwards to wrath.
Hold tight her winged reigns in the night
Or you too shall be - unshod - unhorse
By the Gorgon sister on her warpath-
Course: Missing parts of her eternal soul
Her divine eyes, like moonstones, frostbite.
So hold tight Pegasus, her son of delight
There's a fire in a candle flaming taper tonight.