Ultra Vires
The power dwells into the night,
Itís here, right on the line of sight.
Yet, not a soul would dare to touch,
No matter if itís strong as such.
The force is not trying to hide,
Nor itís afraid of the dayís light.
It hides no secrets in the clutch,
It hath this way or that, this much.
Itís divine creature on the outward side,
Whose nature is bizarre and bright.
Yet features, that thou fancy'st such,
Would not come on demand as arch.
If needed it would stand a fight,
But not to prove whatís wrong or rightÖ
It waits on the night's hazy marge,
To see all those deeds, small and large.
Behold itís wisdom storm'd by vivid light,
But core is clothed by the eternal fight,
The war within that can provoke the nudge,
And burn to ashes those who hold a grudgeÖ
Therefore itís here, not tamed nor touched,
Remains the same incorruptibly brightÖ
By Dante Heks.
Model, photographer, makeup, stylization: Dante Heks
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by Dante Heks
Wednesday, 4 October 2017