There you found her
A child asleep among the stars
No one can touch her
No one can hear her moving parts
Her beaten heart

Here you have her
She cracks open dreaming eyes
Stars fall around her
Her ears awake to distant cries
Her heart's demise

And there you'll leave her
A now sentient, helpless being
No one to feed her
No one to sing her into the deep
Go back to sleep

Go back to sleep.

Us?
We are as our father.
Our blood is filled with fighting,
Thick with trauma,
Touched with love.
Our hearts pump three ingredients
To stir one strange elixir.
From the blood grew a figure,
Distorted and hungry.
We threw silver to bind it down,
Only to find that it had bound us first.
When the links shatter apart
We recognize we cannot chain the beast.
This beast born from blood does not know how to stop
The all-consuming blind rage, the only thing it sees.
So, like our father,
We had to master the spell to calm our spirit,
To remember what is behind it -
Ourselves.
Never forget that.
Of all important lessons here,
Number one is this:
Passion must have a cause
Or you can smell the wood burning for miles.
Passion lights fire to buildings,
Bridges,
Whole cities of those we love.
Passion must be put to work
Or it is a force of destruction.
Don't allow yourself to walk through desolation
Or let the ashes of what you would have once died for
Now speckle your hair.
Without reason, blood and spirit,
You make the ultimate sacrifice.
Because of this, we know:
We are the children of
Angels and demons
Here, we pay the price.

Often, when
Lying in the grass and
Staring into the sky
I've thought surely I
Might fall
Right into the blue and
Leave the earth behind.
Just in case
Gravity reverses itself
Remember to
Lace your fingers through
Green blades of grass,
Curl them tightly and
Never let go.