I say this without compunction
A labor of life intention
Form may be function
So is reinvention

To the battle with intuition
In a quest to redefine
Joy in work is the mission
When signing on the dotted line

How does one enter
A new world from the old
You have to find the center
And be courageous and bold

The actor owns the stage,
The warrior owns the blade
The poet owns the page
Where all there are made

Life has the clue for rebirth
A code of dots and dashes
To decrypt listen for you worth
And the phoenix will kiss the ashes

two become one
with guilded hearts soar
both become undone
when love becomes war

eris smiles at the strife
a lovers debt ill afford
war and love also life
music melody oft discord

war and love both scar,
weapons of kiss and blade
times like these few and far
when created and unmade

the situation burns desire
love's labours in the arenas hour
we who are about to die inspire
a crucible of loving hate devour

but in those eyes and touch,
a heavenly hell we demand
a burning paradise is as much
as mere mortal can command

so with the fight prapared
she my cathedral and lament
battle I was never scared
when loves whispers eloquent

give me war to tower storm,
and a abandoned fortress stage,
my love gives passion to my form,
when Charon collects his wage