-I’m Poetry, I give thee birth  -I’m Passion and thou wouldst not exist without me  -I’ Poetry for I express my Passions   I’m Passion for I feel thy Poetry    And so began the tale  that a minstrel told  and that now it plesseth me to tell  There was Love betwixt them   but they were kept asunder  Hate there was betwixt them too  but they were ever joined  Twas a joust twixt Poetry and Passion  Twas a battle twixt Poetry and Hate  Though Poetry with Passion filled him  and Passion filled him with Poetry  from the centuries most remote  they rode the winding paths that met  and crossed and joined and broke away  like lives of men    The beauty of Love inspired Poetry  The whisperings of Pleasure incited Passion    Terror, Mystery, Unrest and Pain   were matched against  Tenderness, Love, Desire and Link    When the act had been fulfilled  inside the Kingdom of Cruelty  When they met and knew each other  they became connected and exploded    And in that sea immense  thousands of stars did fall  that with their radiance illuminated  the Aura of people  and made them to be Poets  Poets that wrote with Passion  Poets that sang with Passion  For without them knowing   and in their own sky   Poetry had joined Passion  Passion had joined Poetry  Inseparable union  out of mankind’s reach  and of those beings they believe in  and they call gods  and for whom they witlessly do kill    -Oh! Powerful an pleasing essence  -Oh! Soul of fire touch my sensitivity  -Come into me and make me feel  -Give me thy Magic and make me fly    And so it was that day by day  the link betwixt Poetry and Passion  gave life to a few humans  called Sensitive People  Music and Poetry they did write  feeling, loving and knowing  Immortalizing their feelings  through the profoundest Art  From the centuries most remote  they rode and winding paths  that upon a time did meet   to be parted nevermore    The Flames of Terror set Poetry ablaze  The Groans of Pain gave to Passion life