Captive Queen, The Seat Of Love's Unrest (10) Poem by Captain Cur

From the wellspring of thy tears life will start;
Collecting, pooling, spilling over top,
From those drops our bloodline will be saved
Redeemed by faith, the glory of thy reign.
Thy tears will water the brown wilting grass
Wherein flows the memory of the past,
In those streams this sweet elixir flowing
Down thy cheeks beneath this full moon glowing;
What then issues forth, takes away one's sense
In that barren place, the seat of love's unrest,
Where I stand between sky and the abyss,
Charmed by its deep pervasive emptiness.
There my sword, my shield all my honors lay
In this pit of nothingness and decay,
I stand a naked man before thy eyes
Stripped of my knighthood, dignity and pride,
And time itself circling around me flies,
From the empty seat I can hear love cry;
"She will never place her hand in thine!
Choose the abyss and forever be mine! "