Kneeling at his feet,
Cheek resting on his knee,
Quiet and inhaling his peace,
While outside the banshees scream.

Hatred bubbles and roils,
Tempests howl and rage,
Shrieks of anger and of bitterness,
The inmates rattle their cage.

His hand pets my silken strands,
A gentle glance across my cheek,
My eyes close with pleasure,
My heart sighs in relief.

This man is my chosen candidate.
My vote I have forever cast.
He grants unlimited audience to me,
I'll never be asked to ask.

Do you think me naive to despise the fervor?
On hot coals should I now tread?
Shall I let anxious fear consume me? 
While filled with disillusion and deep dread.

Those influencers may have influence,
But they don't care for me.
Their prisons are formed by policy.
So only with him am I freed.

For he is my captain of captains,
My true commander-in-peace.
He alone gives me a platform,
He campaigns for my release.

Now, he tips up my chin ever conscious
Of how my head sometimes spins.
With one click the room is silent,
"My little, time to let my love flow in."

Then he leads me to our bedroom,
And he strips me of all that chafes.
And as he surges within me
Outside, the apocalypse continue its race