I am Nature, the Mighty Mother,
I am the law: ye have none other.
I am the flower and the dewdrop fresh,
I am the lust in your itching flesh.
I am the battle's filth and strain,
I am the widow's empty pain.
I am the sea to smother your breath,
I am the bomb, the falling death.
I am the fact and the crushing reason
To thwart your fantasy's new-born treason.
I am the spider making her net,
I am the beast with jaws blood-wet.
I am a wolf that follows the sun
And I will catch him ere day be done.
Satan Speaks
C. S. Lewis
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Poem topics: breath, death, flower, lust, mother, nature, pain, sea, sun, fresh, fantasy, beast, battle, reason, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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