Temple Warriors
A cage of darkness
My brow is moistened from the languor of battle none can relish
My soul is parched from the heat of passions so sublime
They rage, dark and light, in a commingled combat fiercely hellish
While on your bosom rests tenderly this temple to which none can climb
And as I gaze into your eyes serene and divine
My breath flutters like the ancient dove of diluvian yore
Listen, can you hear my heart soft patter like steps feline
While razor-edged clouds imbued with heart-soaked sorrow my eyes score
What more can I do to feel the love of Eden once ours?
As now I stew in baseless forces vying for my soul
Your gaze tells me that it is time for light as darkness settles and scours
Yet, the clasp of your hand cannot banish a force as dark as coal
As these temple-imprisoned warriors their battle rage
My eyes offer a prayer of release from hell’s cage
