Love's Hatred

I'm perfect in her arms
as the white light of her blue eyes
shines on my aged and tired head
towards perfection we evolve

What death not ends
is hidden in a woman's womb
and what escapes from life's touch
is a dark present, tribute of man

As when the Lords eradicated our people
some ill-minded madmen constructed pyramids
temples to honour fake kings and queens
The true king is the Land and died with it

And love has been denied
and solitude is a new fortress
for the survivors still
seeking for perfection

In the quest for true love
we discovered something else
As powerful and as pure as love


hatred....