Based on an old Roman belief that battles are fought
between light and dark and lie in the lap of the Gods.
Through absence, dark sister of Venus,
bent on sad descent, shows hostility
that could not get blacker, by weaning
lovers on useless futility.
Inane, this side of Venus grows dim,
as merciless shackles show great lack,
and cause gullible cracks, which begin
gushing with chagrin long impacted.
Lonely recluse she, a pale pseudo
goddess, dark Venus hides in streaks
of retrograde disfiguring views,
as failed legacy curses when weak.
Heresy claims any wh0 adhere
to her misleading portents, so help
extricate true love from false hearing,
and pray she may yet re-errect self.
Goddess of real love, Light Venus, arise,
brighter now in rekindled snowhite
victorious mode, and guide to wiser
awareness of true enlightenment
Dark sister will then recoil, dreaming
alone, and leave earth to its own moves,
Venus, right Goddess, help all our schemes,
which highlighting love need no further proof.
What a poem! I bow happily with greatest admiration, thank you dear friend, I love this poem so much!!