Such Fallacies in my love;














Yet, only clarity in my mind.













Clarity of curses;
















Your fallacies made mine.
Lies are your soul:












Your Spirit.














Yet I know you; the lie that is you:























The Lie wrapped around you and a thousand dark beauties:









The Darkness that is Light to the ignorant.
A girl troubled;
















Her fog as black as night













Is truth to the blind.





















In this road laced with broken pedestals;













Aqueducts













Subjected to the test of time
They hide the splendour of your eyes;















Your Feline Beauty

















In remnants of great men; cities













No longer.

















You hide in destruction to reconcile the truth:










That which you no longer know.














As Helen lost to Troy,















Her beauty no longer seen













To grace the skies;














To calm the mighty seas.


I am not your shield-













For I cannot protect that which I must watch be destroyed.








I am your sea of knowledge;













Destined to caress your shores













With the seductive promise of new lands;














The promise of a future you are desperate to know.










To rage while you swim; to command a thousand beasts to harm:







To test.
I only wish you knew me,














As well as I knew you,














That the knighthood bestowed upon my shoulders,










Were Queenship on yours.















For such is the curse of us: The Blessed.









To have purpose;














To be history itself-















But to never be known.













To sacrifice for that which we despise;













To bear God's Blessing;












To endure Hell's fury.