Rather than scars
My Heart has a freckle
For each and every love
That has consumed me

The sunrise is a symphony
Its cadences birdsong
Conveys a cosmic harmony
That rings around the earth, along

I am myself the bride of doom
Betrothed to the dark
Orchids in my heart abloom
My spirit wears the mark

But ready am I for the light
Unless I it has forgot
Waiting for my spirit's flight
Out of the rancid rot

My world grows dark as rebels fall
Victim to the state
Their suffering the mind appal
Of conscience, bear the weight

The pageantry and pomp of Kings
Outshone by rebel's dance
Their hearts are grand, superior things
Enamoured of romance

Beguiled? By whom am I beguiled?
Not Kings; for they are mean
The arbiters of irrational wars
Their lust for blood is keen

By rebels? Yes, they have my Heart
I fear their end, demise
At hands of an immoral state
Whose corruption deep as skies

I have no other Love
Than thee, a treasure pure
I offer up my Soul to thee
Thy boast a deep allure

Eden? He plant a flower
In the garden of my Heart
Has deep, seductive power
Potent as magic dart

A cosmic destiny beget
A sonnet from my parapet
Soothing fear and pain and fret
As I toil and love and sweat

A solar system in my mind
Arose to find itself sublime
Lucid, awesome and refined
Time and love both intertwined