Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 60.0: July 22nd, 2007

Passion's Order
by Belinda Roddie

A captain and his sergeant dreamt of a state

That dipped sinners in gold with no held debate

And they said, as they kissed each other’s skin,

“Tonight we begin.”

The president was thrown from the seventeenth floor

Into seven thousand pairs of arms that bore

Him into the shadows both Hellish and serene.

The two laid the scene, their patience thin.

“Tonight, we win.”

For twenty-five years, they ruled their new state

But they both grew psychotic from romance and hate

For in their reign they were forced to separate

To keep every matter straight.

The captain laid his hands upon her chin.

“Tonight, we give in.”

Their passion was strong, but the council it tore

The uniforms and the badges they wore

Could not sustain the weary people for long

They desired a new song, to make gold from tin.

So the lovers gave in.

The sergeant grew ill from his lover’s bad state

For only on him could he concentrate,

And as dictators, their powers began to dissipate

They began to hallucinate

Of things that made them scream their every sin

They could not win.

And at last, like before, the government fell

And the captain was swallowed by the same who rebelled

Before, and the sergeant made a move as well

To send himself to Hell

And joined his love with the forgotten

A new order would begin.

The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since July 22nd, 2007.