One Score and Seven

One score and seven
I, the devil stolen into heaven
I, the angel, the mortal, the heathen
I, the wrath, the forgotten fiery sword
I, the sincerest lover's whispered word
I, the witching ward
Seven and a score
My self-portrait doubted, distorted, torn
My skeletal easel of lust and scorn
My charming empire of identity
My useless everything stripped to its seed
My dreams set to bleed
Seven scoring me
Deep, deep to my core
Each breath, an oath sworn
In filth turned soil, born
Fertile vows given
Grown, ripened, again
One score and seven.