Sad when the hurricane
must make the choice
to censor its howling winds
clip its powerful wings.
And thus fade gracefully
wearing the mantle of normalcy
of love and decency, of shame
oppressive with heated cheeks.
Contrary to accepted legend
there was no temptation or
grand seduction cascading
into the last downfall
Rather a decision to slow down
let human fingers split your storm
shrug off immortal armor
permit mortals to love you
Not as worshipers from afar
prayed and pled at your command
but as equals, or nearly so
this requires a demise of myth
A return, a decrease, a downgrade
a self-desecration traded for love
Will you love the captured whirlwind
once it has lost its powers?
Weep for the hurricane, its eye
has dried its only tears.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~
