I need making war
and who could tell
the difference
between love and war...
My powder is always dry
this is one battle I will not lose
you are contest enough for me...
bentfeather ©
02/03
From the abyss of The Void
we speed, toward the home
and hearth, and every loving deed.
First at Pluto
and sister Charon,
dark and cold
like the absence of love.
Ghostly Neptune passes by,
Sea-king's namesake.
Uranus, the Sky-King,
wanders alone.
Lorldy Saturn, next,
golden belt about
his baronial girth.
And the Jovian Giant,
His retinue dances with us,
bountiful and plenty.
And now, we dance again,
the children of the lost brother
spinning slowly
in the night.
You spoke of Mars?
Behold the Warbringer,
red with wrath
or passion, you think?
Spear and shield
shaken and shiver.
Now a vastness we pass by
you think it's amiss?
then cast your eye
on Venus, the Lovebringer
shrouded in cloud
like the robe you cover
your lovliness in.
And farther yet,
warmer still than love
spins messenger Mercury,
blazing in his flight.
Faster and heated
now wings our flight
as the Sun's awesome power
drives back the night.
Winging 'round the star
flames beneath our pinions
we soar back to the dark,
but eyes looking toward the Gem.
Yes, that jewel in the void,
blue, green, and white,
She of many names,
Gaia, Arda, Terra Firma,
Ours, and Love's first home.