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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,
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
