"The Dungeon of a Woman's Soul"

What does love look like to a woman that has tasted the joy of her youth only to find there is no knight in shining armor?  For the knights have come and they have all betrayed her.  Her dragon slayer has become the dragon, wounding her spirit and consuming the soul of the very one that loved like no other before or since.

 

She has tried to love again and even dreams of what love looks like,  but it is only an illusion.  It is a mirage of all the lovers that captured her heart, mind and body while ravaging her of all her sweetness.  Greedily they came and drank from her spirit leaving her soul parched and empty.

 

So she lies there waiting as the demons taunt her.   Can you hear them, the sound of their hissing draws near?  The sounds that curse her night and day.  Listen closely to the words as they echo in her spirit "You are not worthy of the Knight, He will not come to save you.  Don't you know you are not loveable? Can't you see that you are ugly?   Can't you feel how used up you are?  You have nothing more to offer.  Retreat into your nothingness and let it consume you!  Forget your pain and become a captive in this dungeon made by the liars of love. Exist in the false sense of your hopelessness and suffer alone.   

 

How long will she suffer?  How long will she believe the words of these demons?  She cannot escape for they are the dream stealers, the hope mongers, the servants of the dark black knight.  They stand in reverence watching as he draws his sword opening her wound again and again.  Held captive by the memories that have burned her heart for so long, they watch as she weeps, the tears spilling onto a pile of ash that once was her soul.  Do you see her there so lifeless and still?  Do you hear the deafening silence that once was the melody of her laughter?  She is pale and ashen, her spirit but a smoldering candle who's flame has been extinguished by tears of anguish.  Still, she exists and dreams about what love looked like but knows for her it will never come again. 

 

But as she dreams her spirit calls out and He comes to her, whispering, caressing, with a breath of sweetness unlike any she has known before.  Is He real?  He cannot be for who would play such a cruel trick, has she not suffered enough already?  She cannot resist for the Power it is too great, the Spirit too intoxicating, so she invites Him in, if only for moment, for in that moment maybe she can forget if only for a while.  The demons are in fear and they tremble in the presence of the Great Knight.  He draws His sword and beckons for those to fight for the soul of this woman that He loves.  But no one challenges Him for to do so would be certain death, they are cowards and like the black knight before them they retreat into their weakness watching and waiting.

 

He enters in, takes her in His arms and whispers;" do not be afraid My love, do not give up hope, the One that you desire is not of this world.  You cannot look to mortal man for what you seek, he is no warrior nor can he ever be, for the very essence of  his own mortality was created by the dark knight himself.  Arise and know that your Warrior has come.  I am the one True Knight, emblazoned and made strong by the pure fire of suffering. I have shared in the depth of your sorrow and have even allowed it, for through your suffering you might come to know Love and what true Love looks like.  The choice is yours and yours alone."

 

As she awakens from her demon induced sleep she wonders was it a dream. Then she remembers His words "Come, drink of My Spirit and I will restore your soul. I have come to give you life, to flame the desire of your passions, to capture and claim your soul for My own.  You are My beautiful princess.   I have come to claim My beauty, to watch in awe and adoration as you dance with joy in the eyes of your One True Love.  You are My creation, I am your Salvation, the Lover of your soul."

 

Realizing the bonds of darkness have been broken she rejoices with the heavens and knows her Knight is waiting, calling for her to enter into the joys of her Lord!  As she runs she is calling I am coming Lord,  I have seen Love and I know what It looks like, It is You and I know I will need no other, I am home.