Warfare

Drumming of  ethereal falls
the castle mirage is sinking fast
by sand and storm called
my King is captured
obscured, concealed
from my minds eye
an ambidextrous mire
one slowly caves in
deceptive collusion
with ego and mind
the more the struggle
deeper the inextricable

You give him your soul
while he entrap what enthralls
cultivate what penetrate your fears
in kingdom where power of souls cannot hold
there can be no fear in given spear
but in hands that daggers terror& despair
and in it's savage feral we became lost
to him and his victorious vaunt

He had you at his will
in your own battle
he draws you in
right between
the fine line of
good and evil
God and ego

You thought your were sure
before you set out to war
where and when blood drips 
stained this sobbing heart so pure
in black, in corrupted forms
he installed his power
claim you to his army
even you were sure


And this is the war
time to draw my sword
my King was not for taking
not for his benevolent exchange
toyed in his daily noxious inhale
of illiberal fragile weak willed souls

For I, have wedded to this soul
in mine and his will
this united force
must journey onwards
in whole intact enforcement
not in wrenched decadent hope
which sleeps in our treacherous forms
and never see the dawn

Ohh yes, this is a war
the only weapon you will need
to defeat the undefeated
is in your own Satori
in contemplation of victory
it is Love

My king.. my true beloved
composed in majestic will
in this love I am yours
never part never abjure
for my journey to you
as was, is, always
a destiny
of unity

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