I am he,           who roams the Dark
Where fear and hate           will always lurk.
Woe to he--or to she
Who into my Dark, put thy feet.
Yet if I should like to feast,                                                           5
Where be better for this Beast
Than where the humans themselves feed?
For indeed, the key is mead.
From afar I hear the joy,
But beware, O Herot, I come to destroy.                                    10
And in my Dark, I sneak to the Hall,
Take a deep, low breath and begin to maul.
The men beneath me, too dead to challenge,
All run and scurry from their lounges.
I take no time in tiresome troubles;                                             15
I only want what my stomach rumbles.
I think not twice about whom I take;
For in the Dark, I am most awake.
If, furthermore, I find it filling,
For a forth, or a fifth round, I may be willing.                              20
When at last I am satisfied and
Look around! Warriors that hide!
No greater reward exists
Than to see my enemy in such a state
As This                                                             ­                           25

An Icon of a Goddess
Stones of the deepest earth beset
                                          her eyes,
all the gold and fire of a hallowed earth
                                           now within,
Fiery, shy, a gaze like cold iron

A mind of Great Desire,
        timid inflection,
a clouded spirit, awaiting lightning to purge
                              a thunder
She is my alter, my temple, my heart.

With music she strikes my chest
the only reason I walk or care

I am lifeless, undying
She is my Mantra, my word, my reason