I am a child born of love, taken from the source of an unknown desire,
from the dangerous fire of passion that goes beyond human comprehension;
I am the hook from within the throat of the fish. I am the pain in the heart, the pain of loss.
Unfaithfulness, brought from a selfish lust—a selfish desire.
A devilish thought, a satanic confession over the Atlantic,
calling Satan’s legions to flee Jericho. I am the Ark,
brought by the sinful account of the virgin stained by purity’s lover.
Agamemnon dreamt it.
Sophocles carried it along the waves of ignorance,
to finally lay the foundation of a timeless heaven.
Star struck and love lost we stand between dreams forgone and reality’s apparition, condemned by our souls, we wait on Lucifer’s call to redemption.
Over the watery path of Elijah’s cloak, we are brought to the climax of the insignificance we call our