• Mighty goddess
    Fine and powerful
    Lay your kiss upon thine cheek
    To bless thee with your golden protection

    Love to thine
    Thy mighty lord
    With power divine
    Sweet as lilies
    Blowing in darkness,
    Shining in the moonlight
    Dancing delicately
    On untainted earth.

    A dark power attracting
    Like tendrils of silver fire,
    It winds and captures
    Delving deep into the inner sanctum
    Flooded by blood red misery
    And distracting from paradise
    But luring the unweary into the sweet calls of deceit.

    A siren lying in wait
    In the tainted waters, calling
    Singing a sweet song of pleasure and whim
    That enchants all who hear
    Weary sailors dreaming of redemption
    In the sea of desperate passion
    Dark and unforgiving as it’s name.

    But can thine fight thy monster?
    Who tries to vanquish all?
    Can the tradgedy end?
    Can the goddess redeem the soul of the wicked?
    The despised witch,
    Caster of love,
    Creator of darkness?

    Write thy story,
    Creator of the world
    To bring an end to madness.
    A holy savior, enlightened by the glowing song of despair.
    Seek, and thee shall find
    Deep within thine heart, find thee a sword
    Divine and pure
    To conquer all demons
    Evil will- preying on innocent

    Defeat thy enemies
    Nor In good
    Nor evil
    Nor in light
    Nor shadow
    Walk of a middle path
    And control thy whim
    To wonder.

    Brave soldier,
    Marching in the black of night
    Reflecting moonlight back
    Back into the stars from whence it came.
    Swing thy sword,
    Thine might quill,
    Forged from the raven’s bone.
    Conquer the demon who feasts
    Upon hearts
    Upon the souls
    Of pure, unguided wisdom
    Flowing from the gaping wounds
    That cover the body.

    Believe in heart,
    Mighty prince,
    And pray for thine goddess gold.
    Black wings of the raven will save thee,
    And end thy struggling hold.

    The battle ends, and so it goes;
    The story has ended too
    The characters fall
    Words ending in spattered ink
    That winds itself into the letters
    That will tell the tale of the heart, the soul
    Letters in blood
    That tell of battle
    Of the players
    In the act of worldly dreams
    That are bathed in darkness,
    Controlled like puppets
    On strings of shadowy illusion

    Thy Prince
    Thy Knight
    Thy beguiling dancer
    Thy Princess in shimmering gold
    All dance together
    Neverending
    The ballet continues
    As marionettes,
    Their story is whispered
    Nesting in the minds of children
    Who will play parts
    In the next tale
    That will be spun.

    And what of thy goddess, with golden protection
    Who creates the fates of me?
    Thy goddess gold-
    Rest yee head upon the world
    And sleep ‘til dawn
    When the puppets are finished
    And the score is composed
    Of another story
    Yet to be told.