Honour, you tease me
A Poem by Dylan Grant
Inner Inferno:
Ambition competes with love.
Honour, you tease me.
As do you, my beloved.
How can I balance these two?
For in her embrace,
What need have I of honour?
I get too content.
Without prestige’s fragrance,
Would you still long for me, love?
Even if you would,
Could I tolerate myself?
Without victory,
Without self-overcoming,
I’m like any other man.
Oh sweetest woman,
My heart floods with warmth for you.
But begone from me!
Leave my presence and my thoughts.
My fiery blood wants war.
And when I return,
From slaying my weaknesses,
And feasting upon
the delights of the struggle,
We’ll perhaps love as before.
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