Standards break, applause
Beams of light follows.
Highlighted we find her.
Arms held high as her brow.
Smile running upon her look
While meet she hoots & hollows.
Drums heighten the hour
Whence her arms be lowered
Till they be found in akimbo
The beat of the drum heightens & stop.
A trickle of sound followth by bellow
Turns ye eyes to the foyer.
Whence stand a man naked
Only covered by a loin cloth.
Whip in hand, followed by Lions both.
Snarling it marches on, towards her.
Breath be bound in your chest
As single one on left butts her to ground.
Whilst the other pounce atop her.
Snarling all the time the man watched afar.
Flames of a torch he hath taken lights his brow
Breaths he the flame in thence release it all
Lions fly amok & afar grimacing with fear
He lifts her up to a stand, hugging her dear
Staggers she a little on release
But brave she be to stand
Amidst the circle the Lions made
Blade drawn the man charge the menace
Rushing them with blade & torch
Slay them he does by one by one.
Adoration springs into her eyes
For this kind valiant fellow
Little is known of the pact drawn
Between the man & the slew'n
Such is the drama of life
Truth is such, I presume.
For the conceive of love in ones life
Better, the find of a lovely wife.
For acts as such given breeds.
Seeds of compassion in eyes that be need
Turn of heart soon it hence assures.
Fact my friend this herald bluntly
Practiced o'er this commune globe
Even in fables wrought be it by Shakespeare
For likes of him have seen & knoweth love
As but a name with no mean, which I applaud
For other lips ever pry at the word but knoweth not
What ever that they feel could be naught love
But a archaic yearning to couple hence grow
Thy seed for the fields of morrow.
Wherein cometh the play, which be just a love call.
A fore play were the chemistry may differ
From bouquets flourished with chocolates
Or compassionate wooing in just a different dress
A primitive urge to mate & that is what it is
The truth behind Love, just nothing else at all.