Behind Realistic Eyes

Charitable acts, like virgin sky lending itself over to night
are perceived as innocent bases.
Yet my intentions are not always flawless
when my character demands more action be planned.
With mighty plans of moving ahead and leading hope,
I descend purity's mountain, too twisted to get back up,
and it is evident that lust will invoke me in a heartbeat.

Sometimes I have no second defense
letting trust be a tool into ransomed circumstance.

I become overtaken, a red target captured,
a naive pig who is still sweetly pursuing.
Yet I seek again the entrance where blood ends
and companions have kind, steady logic,
even if it may chance the quest of perfection.
I only desire - with desire's flame
temptations cause an uncertain path-
to know this life was worth living,
if to change one bewitched spirit
and add my soul color to God's grand scheme.

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Written 7/07/2011
for M&M Round Challenge.