The Angel and the Gambler

We sail on the waves of celestial artistry, with being as our compass- magnetic, sensitive to the touch of love's poetic instrumentality, as the sail catching windward along the deep song of the triangle of eternity. Love, the engine of the great ship, that braves another world, navigates through the airy boughs of the Towers of the Angels, where Vulcan Eagles dare. In conjunction with Venus, flooding by zoom of moon in fueling beaming in perihelion lens of feeling. A magnified, looking glass upon a foreign shore, reeling, Rocky Horror meets Gone With The Wind meets The Gong Show. A crowning laid upon rare earth, ceremony of surfdom before a royal berth, King of enslavement of the willfully, scorched earth in correction razed by it's folly of Auxilarating trump of bond, inferno, of it's vagrant municipality. Shall we pen of the words of that bewitching flame, the Witches spell of Chapels Bell-twang or Held hostage by forbidden let-in beneath rainbows end game. Marionettes by emotion's moonlight of puppetry. Leviathan surfaces again, lured, by hook and angle, bait with dangle of amulet in the surf of the drowning pools amongst peaks, valleys and turf. The empire of spellshaping one's own prison-sanctuary-quagmire and never calling the bluff of it's wall of fire. The gambit trumping all principality purely, with it's hook and it's lure, of knowing, carnality, desire's calling card a picture that sings of an Angel and a Gambler, circled in fiery wings. [Roll of the dice Take a spin of the wheel Out of your hands now So how do you feel? But you're not gonna win You'd better go back again Do you feel lucky Or do you feel scared? Take what luck brings And the Devil may care But you're down on your luck What will the next day bring? Adrift on the ocean Afloat in a daydream Or lost in a maze Or blind in the haze So what does it matter? So why don't you answer? So why did you send An angel to mend?] ~Iron Maiden, "The Angel and the Gambler"