An old picture and old poem that I rediscovered. Still my best attempt at expressing what is in my heart.
Dare to not recite by rote
Your path through life, no drifting boat
Can ever reach such fabled lands
Or magics wield, so take my hand.
Kisses dreams and petty spite
Pale before the supereal site
One thousand hearts may bleed and die
Mere ashen cinders in your eye.
Drink deep my blood or please abstain
Taste what virtue fails to tame:-
Heretic, hero, poet, dreamer
Manipulator, warlock, schemer.
So damn your scorn if you can't feel
it's love. It's love that makes us real.
Rather cruel damnation face
Than pacify our fall from grace.
But I cannot keep from idolising
The source of all this fantasing:-
Angel, princess, maiden, brave
Harlot, lover, goddess, slave.
Photo: Emma Marsh
Model & Poem: Erebus