Happy VD

[milo]

Happy VD

“What fools these Human’s be”
when in love, yes I see,
but, the larger truth,
what greater fools when not,
spirits twisted and souls rot!
How pompous, vain
and condescending;
only through Love’s sufferance
might this wound be mending.
Yet they hide when seeing
healing descending
until by Valentine’s pox laid low
with a shot from Eros’ bow!
Oh, oh, OH!
It is madness, is it not?
It’s been so long that I’d forgot,
I hope it fades away…
Still, only does the grave
fools
from the foolish save!
Still...not all is sadness and sorrow,
for I shall be a grave fool on the morrow,
if I might a line from Mercutio borrow.
Till then, anon,
for I am gone and done,
my bugled sword in baldric hung!


©2011-2021 erthona

wouldn't it be spirts twist and souls rot 

or

spirits twisted and souls rotten?