Steel Shutters

The once empty glass of his mind shatters to the shrill siren call of the temptress.

She is passion.

The embers of his heart are stoked and heated to tame her. To temper her fickle and fragile curves with the fires of reason, and rational.

She Is his fury.

He asserts his dominance over this prideful, and insipid w***e. He quenches the white hot heat of his fury with reason.
Douses the anger with logic.

She is his keeper.

He persists in this infernal dance perpetually. Like the cosmos, like the sun. There is no shame in respecting such a worthy advesary.

To gain power over the dark, is to realize it's place in the order of things.

He draws his steel shutters to a close, and prepares for tommorow nights dance.