The Last Battle For The Sake Of Love

The Armor Against Amore Created Most Consciously

After Attack By The Demons Of Relationships Memory

Becomes Affixed , Cohering , Concretized , Consecrated

By The Psychic And Astral Blood Of The Martyr Sacrificed

Once Again On The Altar In The Temple Of Attempted Love ;


Shall I Disarm Myself Only To Be Pierced Again By Desire ?

Delicate As A Fragile Butterfly Wing In Passion's Windstorm

Is My Heart Since Last Turbulence Disintegrated My Basis

For Belief In The Flame Of Adoration And Waters Of Emotion

Burned In A Blaze Of Betrayal , And Drowned In Whirlpools

By My Deadly Daring To Venture Forth Quixotic In The Fantasy

Of The Sanctity Of The Quest , A Knight Lanced By The Daily

Realization Not All Was As It Appeared To Be , The Illusion

Of Regeneration In The Arms Of Some Beloved Gone Bad ;


Is This Time To Be A Twist In The Tempering Of My Soul ?

Should I Surrender My Sword At The Feet Of One , Trusting

Her To Anoint Me With Initiation , Rather Than Decapitation

By My Own Blade , Will It Be A Matter Of Grace , And Not The

Madness Of Rejection , Rearing It's Head , Like A Deadly Serpent

With It's Venom Of Lovelorn Poison ?



For What Shall I Roll The Dice This Time ?

What Circumstance Could Lead Me Astray Into  Delusion's Landscape ,

What Fair Maiden , Mother , and Crone , What Grail Shall I Drain As

A Fool Seeking The Wisdom From The Goddess Of Her Many Faces ,

Shall I Enter Her Underworld Grotto In Need Of Potential Salvation

Shall I Endure The Embrace Once More Only To Be Crushed ?


Is This Precarious Precipice , To Be My Mount Of My Future Doom ?

It Is Never In The Eyes Of Relationship's Beginning To Be Seen

Though All Warning Signs May Be There , The Words In The Web Of Weyyrd

Are Rarely Read Soon Enough , Attention Diverted , By Promiscuous Promise

Or Pernicious Pulchritude , One Blinded By The Imagined Pedestal Of Perfection

On Which I Have Placed My Mistresses Of Deception , Darkness And Disarray

In Unspoken Hope And Prayer In My Resurrection , And Not Her Reproach


Ah , If Fated , Shall I Forgo Hard Earned Experience And Knowledge ?

Shall I Take A Step Up Her Staircase To The Pinnacle Of Absolution ,

Shall I Let Her Bathe Me In My Own Pools Of Tears And Face My Fear

At Standing Before The Goddess , Unmasked And Unashamed ?


Shall I Dismantle This Armor , And Drop My Robe To Reveal All Of Myself ,

Shall I Dare To Speak Of My Desire For Her To Assist Me To Become More ?

Shall I Kiss Her As A God In Shining Amore , As She Doth Me , Aphrodite Enthroned ?

Shall I Dance With Psyche , And Trust Eris Shall Not Appear Before We Have Finished ?

Shall I Gamble On The Wheel Of Fortune , Devoted To The Lady Of Fortuitous Luck ?

Or Shall She Cast Me Like Bones , Only To Read My Entrails , Once Done With Me ?


Where Is The Oracle Of The Loveless , Where Is The Omen Of Ardor Wondered ?

Where Is It Written In Stone The Outcome Of This Moment Of My Possibility ?

I Would Forswear A Future Of Wealth And Comfort , But For An Answer To This ,

This Dilemma Of Dichotomous Decision , This Fork In My Path Of Implicit Escape

From Repetition Of Missed Taken Opportunity , And Failure To Attain The Goal

Of Mutual Benefit Of Intertwined Threads In The Weave Of Love And Life



The Feathered Blanket Of Nurturing Under Fallen Angels Wings Sheltering Us

From The Threat Of Interrupted Coitus Of Risen Hearts And Ascended Souls ,

While In Earthly Form And Embodied Flesh , Corporeal In This Mortal Existence ,

Wrapped Around Us , In This Choice Again Made , I Cry Out To The Powers That Be ,

Challenging Them In My Last Battle For Love's Blessing And Exaltation !