Tonight my mind wonders of beautiful things.
They have recently taken refuge in my mind,
As if to hold domain in an uncharted land.
I find my self unable to form verse in their company,
Unable to rhyme rhyme, or speak poetry.
Structure is as the wind at their feet,
Whisping away to crumble on distant shores.
The destruction caused by such feathers on my cracked mind brings awe.
What defense have I against a Goddess?
What hope have I under the axe of lust?
None.