Love was made for heroes.... who risk the thorn which cuts deepest, but who's armor as Achilles, even unto death --- pledges faith to a thousand lords; but only One shall make Love is the hope of the gods, where their seed shall spread, more love, and the lillies of the field flourish to stardust, and return; a rose to wed the world... and the mountains shall moan; and move (Artemis!) with a newborn's first cry --- no coward shall love make more but for bane lust; and bastard-children --- half in love (half empty to the world) No deceit in holy matrimony, or the heart which flows the waterfall; or a thousand deaths too grim to keep them part, bound in eternity Only the brave shall heroes be, free in love.... lest the world perish; and the sun go black (for none shall see)