“Stop hitting yourself,” the angel says,
“You look like a fool, fighting me.”
Knowing it is right, I step back,
Maintaining my defense,
“What would you have me do?
“Would you have me accept?
Give up fear and bear this load?
You ask too much,
And bring too little to this fight.”
Speaking to air, I think of relief.
To accept this darkness,
Would I breathe easy again?
I lessen my defense, asking,
“This path I am to walk,
Am I to walk it alone?
Or will another share my lust?”
It smiles, sweeping its six wings forward,
Blessing my sweating face with a breeze,
Speaking, “What good is a passion without a companion?
To what end will that lead? Perversion.
“Yes, you have this to bear,
But no man should bear this alone.
I don’t intend for you to be an exception.
“What a wonderful night to have a curse, child.
Quit looking the fool, wipe the dirt off your face
And let us get started.”
I holster my weapons, relieving reality,
As I face future with a fire in my heart,
Knowing I will not be alone.
Dcid Corvid 