CUPID'S FALL

 

Cupid's fall from Grace is not well recorded

As History has been known to forget

those moments that change the course of the human heart.

But it was his voyage to Earth that made Love what it is today:

Some say but a coarse reflection of what God laid out for Man and Beast --

the confusion that is the foundation for Cupid's pointed shafts.

 

Yet perhaps it was Love Divine, so icy pure,

That drove Cupid on his quest in search for a love less perfect --

than that meant for Gods and Myths.

 

So Cupid found himself on Earth,

His soul split between here and Heaven's bed.

 

When he finally felt what it is to have a love disintegrate into dirt and dust,

He wandered through barren fields until he came across

A noble lion slain with an arrow lodged deep within its heart

Its golden mane stained with blood.

 

They say Cupid took this arrow

And returned to Heaven's solace with cruel intent

To sling his dart into each and every heart.

 

Yet, I for one discount these tales

For Truth has always a far more subtle scent

Than one set in such a simple history.

 

For the shaft that pierced my Heart was tipped with gold,

It split my soul in two to cast a shadow

that revealed the frontier that lies

between both Heaven and Hell.

 

It is Cupid's legacy that with each love's death

the soul is reborn, Phoenix-like,

Set deeper still in the imagination of what it is to be a god

yet more forgiving of what is merely man.

 

And it was Cupid's willingness to dance on Earth,

if but for a moment,

That makes apparent that every love should have

Both, an Angel's glacial depth mixed with a demon's fiery breath.

 

The Valentine of a broken heart is this:

That only the caverns of Hades' dismal depths

Can make Olympus's reach to Heaven's rim so grand.