The Greatest Is Not a Bylaw

To be won by a poised siege of love in these round huts where all is open to the air— becoming a gifted soul is the greatest gift to givers of fear. Where a soldier, a gifted soul, disarms a pointing spear, with a duty to unlock the cage, to raise a song to be sung for ages. And he lets the black bird out with no clenched fist— free to soar north or south. What happens when love is first on the list? A love that endures even when the sun refuses to shine, that labors from dusk till dawn, from six to nine, till all is done— in a battle to whisper "goodbye" and let the past be gone: Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Wrath, and Sloth... For what is it worth? When love leads the way, it gives me the mixed taste of blue-reddish-pink hues— twilight sky, aurora borealis.