When its winds blow in
fortresses fall and mountains move
as the sovereignty of self lies in defeat
at the victorious end of its cadence call.
For even the most loyal of crusaders
lacks the conviction to resists its coercion
since its spies are the masters of espionage
and from its sabotage no oath can stand.
We have turned our rivers and seas to red
as men sailed out to defend its honor
and green fields have been marred in war
as other men set out to try to conquer it.
We will betray our faith in a religion
that through our life has left us blessed
yet still fervently swear to it in devotion
as we suffer a lifetime from its curse.
Even the most pious deities have fallen prey
just to taste the flavor of its sinful temptations
and Hades' most vial of demons have knelt
with only a mere mention of its spoken name.
Our oceans lack the water to quench its thirst
and no table can be set to satisfy its hunger
yet we have drowned ourselves in its ale
and choked to death on its lustful crumbs.
Even the flame's from the breath of dragons
lack the ferocity in comparison to the heat
that a soul burns at when engulfed by its fire
yet only from these ashes can we fully bloom.
For there has never been nor will ever be
a power that has more dominion over man
for we are destroyed as we embrace its name
then recreated as more when we allow it its reign.
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Comments about this poem (Love's Reign by Joey Jones )
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
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