that way or not

Love blinds us to her follies,
     makes us see her in impossible light
     and everything is good,

Love is a poison that corrupts our perceptions
     and rids us of all reason save every
     waking and sleeping moment
     Her lovely face is etched in undying memory,

Love is nothing more than madness!
     impetus to feats of insanity and stupidity
composing nonrhythmic garbage like this,

Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori
Virgil's lines saying love conquers all;
     and let us submit to love.

Love is a responsibility, 'n selfishness!
     all history reminds,
as simple, a friend wrote:
     Love's a kindness, we give ourselves,

Love is all of this and none of that,

when Love's Day becomes Twilight,
a wise mother-saint said:
Love's success is in the loving
However we want the best for Our Love
if it be that way or not,
     diminishes not what we have done,

what madness does?

Beloved, what madness does?

trumpets roar into the night,
here We be--- cloaked in darkness,
Praenuntis Excessium,
     an angel of death, our sword
     by our hand shine bright
     amidst moonlight,
and that terrible rag flies a top
     Nevermore's mast,

what folly!

My Dogs of War in the darkness fight
metal against metal, metal on flesh
and the screams--- what terrible screams
     pollute this night!

men fall on my battlefield
the darkness shattered by flames
     scorching flesh, material and land,
cold air rush n' wretched stench---
     awaken every sense,

this I exchanged
for your soft curves
     that smell sweet perfume,
for your warm embrace
     and sunshine smile,
for your hear---
     what beauty there be!

an empy bed in Islands of Darkness,
what madness does, Beloved?
oceans of blood, mine--- fill this deck,
heart's shattered in grief,

apt this ship named,
     that carries only folly,
     like the raven croaks,
nevermore! nevermore!

your note says it all!
when I come home, you won't be there,
nevermore! nevermore!
what folly I sow?

what madness does, Beloved?

when these hands gripped the tiller,
when wind carried Nevermore's sails----
When Poseidon's waves carried my Flag
with trumpet sound, my Dogs of War came,

what madness does, Beloved?
in another's arms you fly,

no words spoken to ask your hand Heart's desire,
this grief by choice knew must come
what folly Bloodlust be, rage through soul,
all this madness brings only Death,

what madness does, Beloved?

like a good General commit forces,
birds of prey above rain fury,
Dogs of War in frenzy,
and we let battle take hold,

in dark madness pray
what this heart beats for you---
     be mere memory,
all this madness brings more folly---

an Empire found barren,
And soon forgotten as if it never came,
all this madness, wrought only folly
all without meaning,

an unforgivable choice! madness!
let frenzy of battle consume we!
what is there left to be?
just a desolate burning hell
this fool has chosen,