Love is a Weapon

Dark.
Dark as pitch.
I cannot see my hand in front of my face.
You.
You are here.
Here with me.
I cannot see you,
But I can smell you.
And they can smell you.
Here they come.
Oh, dear goddess they are coming.
Coming for you.
Coming for me.

This is their time,
Their night.
They come screaming out of the darkness,
Eyes as red coals,
Wings of red fire
Streaming from their backs.
They come and they have no fear.
They fear not the darkness.
They fear not the light.
They fear not the strength between us.

They do not fear because they do not know.
I take your hand
As they approach.
Their screams rend our ears.
Their pounding run causes earthquakes at our feet,
Ripping the ground asunder.
Their putrid breath pollutes the air and causes plants to wilt
And animals to flee.
And still we stand, unmoving.
We wait until they are too close.
Too close to turn back.
Too close to realize their peril.
And then upon them we unleash our love.
They have never felt anything so pure and powerful
And they are vanquished
Before they can even begin to comprehend
This force which rips them apart with its purity,
With its beautiful grace and precision.

Love is a weapon, for those who know how to wield it.
- composed 1/14/2002