Of Venus

Poetry

 

As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred,

The boiling seas of the cosmos churn acrid.

Upon the nurturance of Venus' passionate quivering calls exclaimed,

The essence of God's wrath so lovingly made tame.

As the chariots of love, upon the courtships of epic virtue, possess,

Our goddess sisters, import the specialty of rule, for which the governs obsess.

As Boreas' trumpet sounds a euphoric ecstatic bliss,

Rosicrucian passion bells hither, to a faint swaying and hiss.

As the murmuring embers of the divine, left receded,

Hour of humanities past, no time of present, so subtley defeated.

As upon death, a mummy spreads its rein,

Crucibles of knowledge, all for not, in vain.

The seduction of fertility and the mysteries left to relish,

Though made bitter upon showers of mourn, to embellish.

The disillusionment of our fathers’ petty immortal opportunity made solemn,

The wisest of men, why, amongst the true, made golem.

Take precedence, then and now, when upon your throne of pride,

As the winds of wrath call upon, our savior’s passion tried.

In due notion a precedence of time, without respect,

A fulfillment of God's love, our souls to resurrect.

As dragons drew the chariots of night with profound duration,

A coward’s sword in hand, his skewer's elation.

As stars reflect the knowledge  of the sacred,

Humanities, why… derision for dole, left shaken.

As prophets emit, as seen thus…

When stars do let fall the Sun,

Pray thee, a heavenly Venus.