Unerring perambulation.
The infinite shining path
Is awash with surges
Of mellifluous ardour.
Onwards.
Oh, Tempest,
Come to me with all you have.
Burden me
With your angst,
Your fear,
Your demons.
Then prepare to see them slain.
It is I who choose
To enter the arena.
It is I who enter
Armed to the teeth.
Singular determination
And tungsten spirit
Guarantee my victory.
The unity
Of the entity
Is swayed by nought.
Dark forces be blinded
By the brilliance of our love.
Stack your carcasses behind us
And observe
As we swan dive
From the brows of vanquished ogres.
For I, and we, are forces to behold.
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-you-re-mine-i-walk-the-line-sorry-johnny-r-i-p/
