A Test of the Soul

This heart beats in labour as it strains still to pulse
Against a vice-like talon's grip of slow crushing force...
Such power it had braved many times, mayhap worse
But this one was different.. borne by unspeakable curse...
And the eye, moist with good cause... Spies the distance, hopes to see...
A future of goodness, and warm love.. Healthy seed...

The throat choked with anger, and love, and remorse
Opened allowing fresh breath to the words in due course...
Each inhale and exhale, silent gasps... no relief
From the knot in the throat raised by foul.. powerful grief...
And the eye, moist with good cause... Spies the distance, hopes to see...
A future of goodness and warm love... Healthy seed...

The intellect struggles with all... no relief...
How a god of the realms is brought down from beneath..
But even those most revered meet the face of themselves
In the hall of mirrors, hall of reckoning.. hall of near-death...
And the eye, moist with good cause... Spies the distance, hopes to see...
A future of goodness, hope and warm love... Healthy seed...

And the mind grapples with the contradictions in life...
How can life be so sweet and the facts full of strife...
But Virtue we both know in truth never tires...
And my love unconditional stands no matter how dire..

And the eye, moist with good cause... Spies the distance, hopes to see...
A future of goodness, hope and warm love... Healthy seed...
Have I been so bad.. to face this challenge alone..
Am I so deserving.. well I suppose so...

But maybe I am not alone at all...

 

Augustus of KORT