August, the Noble Prince now bows the knee,
His promise of eternal joy resounds,
He offers her His mighty majesty,
Releasing her from all infernal bounds!
All maidens whisper of His handsomeness,
Each heart enraptured in His brilliant light,
She fantasizes of His tenderness,
And longs with all her being for His sight.
Yet when He offers her unending love,
She laughs and says, “oh, just a dance will do,”
She knows with all her heart, it’s not enough,
Preferring fantasy to what is true.
So men pursue the attributes of God,
Their hearts desire He whom they forgot.
-Tyler William O’Neil
February 22, 2009