I used to be innocent and naive and think Cupid was a sweet little cherub who just happened to carry a bow and arrow for fun. Surely this pure angel would only ever shoot an arrow for good? For the sake of Happiness?
How deluded can one be?
I finally met Cupid, he smiled at me and I saw his fangs.
You might think it is a mere cheeky glint you see in Cupid’s eyes but don’t be fooled – it is in fact the reflection of his nasty streak and the evidence identifying the psychopath.
Now I know that the sweet rounded cheeks are hiding an army of sharp, pointed teeth, ready to bite and tear chunks out of a soft fleshy heart. The arrows are steeped in poison and will slowly paralyse, render one’s mind and heart powerless, bring on pain, suffering and inexorable decay. Cupid does indeed shoot arrows for fun, like an evil, out of control child who pulls the tails of cats and dismembers insects – laughing with glee as he does.
If you and Cupid ever happen to cross path, do yourself a favour and look the other way – otherwise you might just find yourself with your ass in a sling. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!