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My first good draft is in the archives somewhere. I’ve been working on it though and for some reason I feel pretty good about this one. I’m thinking this may be it. 😉
Dreams of War
I dreamt of War last night.
Dancing seductive and fearsome
pulling me in igniting
desire, hardening manhood.
Fevered lovers twisted amid
blood stained sheets it
was horrible, terrifying,
I awoke to Peace, my reluctant
bride. Haggard in visage and clumsily
dull in her dance. Damming up
affection, manhood retreats
passionless. Boring lovers
all we can accomplish
Often the very thing we desire is the very thing that can destroy us.
Good and Evil,
who determines such a
thing, God? Illumination or
Ignorance, who then decided that
God was the light, what if they
were wrong? Purity or Obscenity,
if God really cared why would
Purity be so damn boring?
Sin, whatever that may be,
invades our beings, birthing lust
for our own downfall. Guilt
demands we cry for salvation to
a God we don’t trust. A paradox
tearing at the fabric of faith.
Often the very salvation we require is the very thing we loathe.
Very well. I shall lay with Peace
offering up prayers, for strength
and forgiveness. Day by day I shall
survive conforming, existing,
I think. But I still have my dreams,
night by night, I can have her.
Her ebon hair, emerald eyes,
her glistening skin and in those dreams
I shall live.
I will dream of War.