Control

A quick glare in her eyes would reveal,
the passionate intensity with which she feels-
for all that is alive and thirsts for thought;
and goes about in the sunlight dreaming of naught-
but freedom from slavery; slavish souls can rot. 

Lingers the devil in his kingdom of lust,
deep copper green valleys unfettered by rust.
Scheming to bring down this aura of peace,
threatening to erupt; oh can he tease ? 
The anger wells up; cannot be released. 

Tell them to ask of freedom of thought. 
Reason is a curse the fires of hell wrought;
the devil dispenses it despite fear. 
Oh can I ask you to take a trip down there ? 
There crude emotion life does tear. 

"But we shall have absolute control. 
Freedom be damned; a tradition so old,
forgotten in the dreams of infidels;
hedonistic pleasure seekers shall burn in hell."

"My life is gone, mine eyes do tell " 

So said the devil seated at the throne. 
The torrents raged on, minstrels sang;
her eyes were empty - the church bells rang.