The Reaper's New Crown
Denies me your eager touch
Will thoughts be enough?

Gloomy it was, that midnight
His pale countenance, wicked smile
Inevitable sweep, Wolf to Sheep

But I ran on the stony pavement, barefoot
Bathed in my unshackled hair, misty breath

I feared for my decaying soul,
But his words complete me

'You will never be afraid again
Never alone, never old
Beauty untold'

A muteness unfold,
All the words that had meaning to me
Taken from my lips

I stopped,
Wings of shadow held my waist gently,
It felt like home,
How I missed the feeling,
As I stepped into the Unknown

Madness descends slow
Even with your whispers gone
I can still hear you

Voices say I should
Twist bodies to its image
Paint the night with screams

I won't if I can see you in my dreams

Watch how we paint ourselves,
For the acrylic can be the Ego,
A fog where the Game takes place,
The Game of Remembering & Forgetting,
Until one ceases to un-know,
You are, We are,

An immortal speck of the Divine
That yearns to return,
One lifetime at a time,
To the Source of All That Is

When the moon is full, I will have you raw