No I am not without love

I

No I am not without love
Or understating above…?
My monarch’s wings have that black stucco-
Edge; like a church glass window.

Orange, warmth; heavily, leaded
But they’re coursing with red-blood
Lights filter, within, vaulted:
To frame those darker, vaults pallid.

I’m a thorn of living fire
I mumble with choir inside
Weeping angels guide my satire
Both heart and soul are allied.

Simultaneously two wings beat
Love and compassion complete.

II

I am not a pit of dark
A chrysalis or a hoofmark…
Hoping to crush, staunch your heart
I am not the pit-bull sweetheart.

I am just a fool likes the sound
Of his own, cruel-bark, sky bound.
My ego’ manly needs its thunder!
It’s hollow glory empty rapture.

Simultaneously two wings beat
Love and compassion complete.