“I”

The Falcon

My adored one,

It was I — on falcons wings who journeyed with you on the first ray’s of life’s chivalrous dawn

On the dusk just before tentative morning it was my bosom that cradled — fed your holy lamp with that fragrant oil of mortal memory

It was I who whispered upon the first particle of lint, that had settled on your newborn, innocent — blushing lips

I rocked your aurelian cradle, ethereal lullabies, the wispy gossamer protecting you from the ominous shadows

Your mother’s ichor carrying equal measure, upon the scales — her love compared to mine — balanced

It was I who feather light, carried you through your first stripling blush

When the world knelt on its knees — at your feet, worshipped the ground you glided upon, it was I who guided you — separating the wheat from the chaff

It was I, your sacred impenetrable Aegis that protected you through glorious battles, who stood at your side as you annihalated those who dared to divide us

My adored one, none can gift you with the unselfish devotion of my faith — in you

It was I who tutored you in the trials of fairness, you in turn gave kindness to those you had enchanted beneath the heel of your stubborn righteousness — against my cindering hearts advice

That is the only time our paths diverged, only to meet again at the pendulous crossroads on the road towards the gates of wisdom

How could you?, when we are one — by the hand of him who destroyed the artisans mold

I perfumed you with the incense, I have caressed your heart, when it was forbidden to love, with the aromatic herbs of the exotic-east

I have placed you on the sacred altar of divine womanhood, I have imbibed from the endless pool of your intoxicating harem

Your consciousness became my quill — I wrote the laws in the ledgers of your kingdom, I keep count of your every wish — one by one we conquer

Who in turn can ever love you as I do?

When orphaned in the youth of darkness, it was I who flooded your shorn heart with the life preserving Sun of eternal lore

I robbed the abyss all so that you ride on the waves of hope, it was I who traipsed through the barren sands of your tortured memory

Steadfast I stood, when you crumbled as the mighty walls of Petra — it was I your Grand Vizier, that upon chariot wings intricately flew threw the cobblestones lanes of your mythical Atlantis — your loss the weight on my wings

I rescued you from the wayward estian borea — leadened grey, obscuring the prisms of your vision

It was I who turned the evil in your path to rose scented wine, so that you may not bend your countenance in shame — from the judgmental entity, eerily idle — hauntingly gazing back from the looking glass

No greater love then my own, will you find, with my love you will love mankind

Although at times you may feel you have no need of me — able to set me aside, it is I your faithful servant who will cross the Anatolian borders with you — into unknown lands — we shall conquer together

It is I that will scatter the ashes of our knowledge — acquired on our short dally together

As the ray’s of the suns and the moonlights phorescent hope, we will rain upon all those that cross our path

Your mortal body is the temple that sheltered me, but it was I who sustained you, who prayed at your altar, who lit the your lamp, my loyalty the sacraficial oil, it is who will release all constraints —

For you are me and I am you, together I,

We await your command,

Eternally in your service, your pneuma.

Your Father left you in my charge — to report on your progress.

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