Zealots

Again you attract me 

Bewitching my body and soul

Constantly setting your

Daunting personality loose and

Effortlessly reminding me of the

Freedom you promised me that awaits beyond the

Gates of

Hell

I am torn between the scales of

Justice and the heap of  

Knowledge that your ideas of

Love will no doubt

Mangle my

Newborn soul

On the other hand,

Purgatory may be my final resort—the

Quiet will allow me to

Rethink my journey thus far

So please hear me

To assume that there was a mutual

Understanding was

Very, very, very

Wrong—but also know that a  

Xena such as myself still

Yearns for the 

Zealots who are deemed unholy from birth