Puissant to the view, hoarder of
sleepless nights, perverse (so to
say, so they said in our
modern civilization)
perverter of the thought and
feelings
emotions rampant under siege
from holy crusaders decked
in cuirass and iron arms scarce
moving
and yet
puissant remain the view, the feeling
the enchanted thought
the yet unrequited desire
the still thwarted will
puissant
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