What strange flowers have we fertilized?
How far has our reckless pollen flown?
Creatures of the night
Answering only to the stars
Fearing nothing under Heaven
Are unconcerned with such questions
For them
it's enough to spring
from the Primal Darkness
Seeking Ova Magicis Sacra
Intoxicated by a false belief
their spawn shall fill the canopy
& heritage be without par . . .
| Don: | This sounds like an awful science fiction epic rather than a love poem. |
| Aiko: | Agreed. I can't sense any love – merely a naked will to triumph. |
| Cindy: | It's tragic. Without love, all our aspirations become blind & hollow . . . . |
| Bai-Lou: | I think it goes further. . . even with so-called "love" our entire existence quickly dissolves into dust. |
