Poetry And Passion

-I'm Passion and thou wouldst not exist without me

-I' Poetry for I express my Passions

I'm Passion for I feel thy Poetry

And so began the tale

that a minstrel told

and that now it plesseth me to tell

There was Love betwixt them

but they were kept asunder

Hate there was betwixt them too

but they were ever joined

Twas a joust twixt Poetry and Passion

Twas a battle twixt Poetry and Hate

Though Poetry with Passion filled him

and Passion filled him with Poetry

from the centuries most remote

they rode the winding paths that met

and crossed and joined and broke away

like lives of men

The beauty of Love inspired Poetry

The whisperings of Pleasure incited Passion

Terror, Mystery, Unrest and Pain

were matched against

Tenderness, Love, Desire and Link

When the act had been fulfilled

inside the Kingdom of Cruelty

When they met and knew each other

they became connected and exploded

And in that sea immense

thousands of stars did fall

that with their radiance illuminated

the Aura of people

and made them to be Poets

Poets that wrote with Passion

Poets that sang with Passion

For without them knowing

and in their own sky

Poetry had joined Passion

Passion had joined Poetry

Inseparable union

out of mankind's reach

and of those beings they believe in

and they call gods

and for whom they witlessly do kill

-Oh! Powerful an pleasing essence

-Oh! Soul of fire touch my sensitivity

-Come into me and make me feel

-Give me thy Magic and make me fly

And so it was that day by day

the link betwixt Poetry and Passion

gave life to a few humans

called Sensitive People

Music and Poetry they did write

feeling, loving and knowing

Immortalizing their feelings

through the profoundest Art

From the centuries most remote

they rode and winding paths

that upon a time did meet

to be parted nevermore

The Flames of Terror set Poetry ablaze

The Groans of Pain gave to Passion life