Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Divine stirring amongst man so young and so strong,
Foolish and arrogant - deceptive his song,
Hardening his heart, and anguish too long,
Half century's nights deep suffrage and pain,
Charm is deceptive and beauty so vain,
The fever that kills and forces instead,
His bloodthirsty demons thirst savagely - upon, his crimson bed.
Soul dissolves into fate, to rather not hate,
Living once his hardship and to live twice a dare,
But to live thrice in the soul - depth of substance so Divine, and, so fair.