Subject to Desire

Subject to desire I appease
The affection decay cannot claim
The eye of a mortal sees nothing
When his failed vision is stained-
By the sweet words and haphazard longings
By winds and the chalice of time
With a kiss that Fortune calls malice
Though, the heart calls it kind
It resounds on the temporal discord
Bands with the cold of the North
Fleeing the keep of the kingdom
Whose forces are battling forth
They claim that skill is a virtue
They raze my heart on a stage
Keeping desire enthralled by-
My own obsession with rage
The sweet taste of pain like a lover
Whose fingers are passion inflamed
Rule me amongst the desires
The spoils of war and their gain.