To my darling, all those I love and my beleaguered armies!: A poem 

I was walking toward a crystalline fortress 

where I believed love was destined to be found 

It was Lancelot turning his sword over 

The forest had passed, somehow, but the mountain remained 

And would I be daunted by its steepness? 

And would I be able without the steel of my weaponry? 

There was a calmness in my soul, like it discovered it was so whole 

as if nothing mattered but a grand opus, a goal 

that didn’t have precious diamonds to behold,  

but dust like a permutation of beauty,  

to return these duties with an invisible grail 

I should have known that I have remembrance of my Masada 

that it was defeated but never torn down 

A spirit of courage of a Sicarii who is cut down but never cowed down 

looms like a ghost in the mind where temptation is never the snare 

but the reality of love to bond with, even though lost in a mirage! 

And I called on my armies that had been beseiged 

that there is such wonder that truth cannot manifest, but will never be deceived 

The divine astuteness can never be made invalid 

It knows its truth and justice even in the overwhelming encumbrance of lies and treachery  

I know this walk could be just short of the clouds that I dream 

But, isn’t love the most priceless gift in its selflessness?!