Fury and love

While love cajoles me on softly in a bright room
Hell’s fury stands on its doors waiting for me to step out of the love’s lair
Unleashed, unburdened, undead, as free in its anger as love in its depths
Deep stirred maelstrom, tornado on its head
As deep as love but a stronger kiss
Goes no one unmarked, it never did miss
To the marked comes love, bathing gently in his pretty hue
Soften it, soothing and smoothing away but could not undo.
Hiss, hiss, hiss….scratch, scratch, scratch
Burns to the quick, gorges out the very core
Takes abode, overtakes the soul,
Punishes unrelentingly, takes on new victims of its roll.

It happens so often that love stands forlorn amidst a razed battlefield
Of charred remains
Fury caught love, raped and abused and bound it in chains
Love proffers slavery, fury accepts with snarls of disdain,
Tireless fury is spent and retires in vain
Love follows him, singing paeans

Artless fury lies quiet now,
His head on the lap of artful love, smiling
Love quelled fury sleeps contented.
Wake not the strange bedfellows!
He is asleep not dead.