The Devotee

He bears the fire of dragons,

a ruin feared by every heart,

yet in her hands his fury

fades to embers in the dark.

He is the ocean’s gentle rhythm,

yet still he makes tides roar,

consumes entire empires

then kneels beside her shore.

He is the rage within the warrior,

though discipline is his art.

His heart, forged of armour

would break at her command.

Her soul has now consumed him,

A disciple by her side

The wasteland left within him

now blooms beneath her light.

He’d launch a thousand ships

and raze planets in her name

Her heart restrains his chaos

Her soul absolves his shame.

Her love contains the power to destroy him,

yet gladly he accepts this fate.

If she should offer poison

He'd drink and praise the taste.