Seas of anchors beneath the earth
Take hold the dew of morning
For truth givers and life bearers
Hands stretched to the sky, demanding
Freedom and peace and strength and serenity
An understanding of things unknown
Power purely born into existence
From a single, simple seed

Be the ice in the wind
And the wind in the trees
And the dreams in the world
And the world in the breeze

Say the raven to the crow
Be what raven he may be
For the crow is to the raven
What the raven is to me

Be the might among the fallen
Be the song within the leaves
Rise above the earthen calling
Be what river sings with thee

Say the raven to the crow
Be what raven he may be
For the crow is to the raven
What the raven is to me

Be the eyes upon the scepter
Be the sword upon the wings
Be the hope among the people
When they cannot trust their king

Say the raven to the crow
Be what raven he may be
For the crow is to the raven
What the raven is to me

I stood in vain as the stranger stood staring.
Ashamed, I hid my stained white shirt.
Who was this woman and why was she staring?
Judgement pierced my sodden heart.

Anger, disgust, jealousy and hate,
All expressed upon her glaring face.
How could she see those things I hid
So well behind my masquerade?

Beyond the trees and hills of Madison
The stone set still upon the earth.
His body lay silent, lonely,  abandoned
My heart beat desperately for lost memories.

Eenie meenie little souls
How I wonder, be thou cold?
Stay thee in thy secret spot
Stripes of iron, cloth be naught

See we nothing, hear no sound
Sight omits thy tattered gowns
May death be kinder?  Death be quick?
Yes.  Death be gift by candlestick

We’ll send thee bread of molded clay
To save thee from thy wicked ways
Of clashing blood and god and skin
Inhuman made by ink of sin

For church reveals the sacred spot
Of heroes draped in thoughtless thought
Of condemnation, fears and tricks
And bearers of the candlestick

Arise, arise
For their spite is their folly
Arise, arise
Clutch that burden of sight
Arise, arise
For the Queens become squally
Take hold your own hand
Stand tall for the fight

Be willing
Be bold
Be strength
Don’t fold
Take flight
Command
Be brave
Don’t land

For the King and his men
Will trample
Descend

“But FIGHT!”  

Said she.

“We’ll win...”

“...they’ll see.”

Dare he reign
Dare he not
Take that aim
That witch’s plot

For gold asunder:
The man’s domain
For gold together:
The Queens regain

As karma shifts
The world divides
Take heed, my kin
There will be trials

But what’s a world
Without a curse?
Proceed this path
You’ll know not else