Beauty and Belief; Epic Verse

We set out on the hill

On that bitter, frosty morn.

My only love I left at home,

Through from destiny she was born.

We have hope of a safe return,

But no faith for hope to carry.

Our car runs on a wanton prayer,

And for our souls’ sake we cannot tarry.

Three young men of love’s lost code;

We rely on the dreams of safe haven.

We are eternity’s master bearers,

Regardless of the sins of which we are craven.

The trinkets of the enemy are of foul reprise.

They show themselves and run.

Yet I cannot say I have not kissed

The lips that should have been shunned.

I looked back on things that once were,

And saw in them phantasmal youth.

It was real, now it is not;

So passes our beloved truth.

But what is love to you now,

What weight does the lover bear?

Are we to be but wanderers,

Till we stumble on un-love, unaware?

Among other beauties on our journey,

This I can recall.

Man’s love for one can be love for many,

Even as it was so before the Fall.