My heart must be a SPARROW,
    Because it flies!
My heart must be mortal,
    Because it dies!
Hang that Sparrow from the tree!
    Ah, my sweet Heart,
Why do you burden me?

Not with a SWORD is a heart slain,
       Not with the Angel's Tune;
Is a mirror of wonderment,
       That gleams in the Dark of the Moon.

Lash at the Guardian Golem,
        Until it falls -
Collar them the noble,
        For the keys to the heart of the Doll.

Sagacious was the bird,
         That the maiden descried;
Just above the chamber,
         To the heart that died.

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.