Divine Masculine

                   (Rough Copy)


Has chivalry died in this cold deserted land?
Are we but hungry robots?
With no end to our greediness in sight.

More and more the callous reign
Leaving only tyranny and broken hearts
Signs of a mediocre mind
Empty souls who only know of lust
For love is the language of the Free Spirited
The warriors who do not fear to face death
While daring to embrace all facets of life. 

In these times of exploits and unparalleled battles
My spirit calls out to the Divine Masculine
The old knight with no fear of embracing his inner fire
His determined steps yet gentle heart, a reflection of his courage.

In a world determined to exterminate the Free Spirited
The Divine Masculine is reflected in the gentleman 
Like a shooting star, his authority and chivalry intertwine
A beautiful balance of bravery and heart. 

Divine Masculine, I call out to you
You who carry the flame of the ancients in your blood
You, whose touch can heal even the worst of horrors
And whose love is unparalleled by any other.

Free of the conventional you are
Loyal to your calling and your heart
My spirit calls for you...
My mind seeks your depth...
While my body aches for your touch...
Beautiful combination of life and death
Warrior and lover you are.

Sofia E. Falcone