In a contest bearing a deadly overtone
Until there’s this scratch, the winner’s unknown.
When disaster mars the initial attempt
This proffered do-over must surely tempt
A romantic evening spent accompanying lovers
There’s a special name for these bothersome others.
Their job is to document and to act as an advocate
They’re also to frame discourse and political debate
The enemy without is easy to spot
But this enemy within is a treacherous lot.
To know the unknown, to see the unseen
With perception beyond normal, eerie and keen.
A heavenly layering where the celestial spheres glide
The last one is God’s, where angels abide
Eighth Sphere of Heaven?
Fat King and Lord, a Renaissance fan
A man of epic protest, a marrying man.
Henry VIII?
The last failed attempt for Jerusalem
No French king, or English, would dare try again
(Eighth) Crusade?
According to theories of science and strings
Reality exists in this even number of things.
Eight?