DUST off your Voodoo doll of Love,
    And take it from your drawer;
Auction it away in Sorrow,
    For another Soul to endure.

LORD, I present thee not the tears -
    That froze out in the cold;
I bring thee the Heart of Darkness,
    That was only Fool's Gold.

Lord - Dampen the Black Roses,
     That ceased to grow;
Upon my Spring of Sorrow -
     Tell me Lord; what love do I know?

I FOUND a phrase for thought
I only had but one;
And that defines me -
On this walk to the Sun.

To the Demons lurking in the dark -
What genesis would begin?
Would light the sky with fireflies?
And find our night within?

I ASKED God no other thing,
For no other was denied.
I offered a Soul for it;
The priest of God smiled.

“Soul?” He Asked,
Without an eye turned my way;
“But madam, there is no Soul -
Away from God today.”

MADNESS divine, is this weary night;
To the faintest eyes -
Shimmers the darkest sadness.
‘Tis is the dreary eve,
Where Darkness prevails;
Alas - you are sane.
Death is a prison,
Handled with a chain.

In the distance; was a swan's song
    Then - it was gone.

In the distance; was the mist of dawn
    Then - it was gone.

Towards the distance I ran; To live on,
    Thus - I must press on.

In the distance; was Temptation drawn,
    Then - it was gone.

There is a divine light in thine -
Under a Lover’s seas;
Where the oceans sing this rhyme,
To burden a Threshold.

Spill me the symphonies
Of the forgotten man’s wake -
For a lone man’s Threshold,
Is home to Sorrow’s stake.