You are the blood of life

but your wasteful spilling

also signals its dying away.

 

The danger you show

is like a bull's enraging rag

 

In shame and unease,

facially giving away

from ear to ear.

 

In courage, passion and confidence

you fly the hoisted flag.

 

Cupid's waving his two fingers

to show he can still let loose that arrow

while the devil plays his own advocate.