Slanted day - is hardly mine -
Whilst Devil plays at wits and wills -
To wrap my song in brine -
**** my thrills and to demons shills -

Did not anticipate heaven -
Dreamed through idealistic eyes -
Imagining a haven -
Where children are free to run and sing their lullabies -

In turn - his time will all ebb out -
As darkness - bleeds away -
Yielding to majestic skies -
As colour fortifies on the rainbow ray by ray -

Now I marvel at the sky -
As sunlight sneaks all day -
Yielding to majestic night -
As colour bleeds from day -

I'd leap at the horizon
Beat wings against the Moon
And touch the bonny Rainbow
Through which fierce fires bloom

I'd climb upon the stairs of heaven -
For a better view of Earth -
And behold her awed by splendour -
Of her gestating girth -

Our bonds immortal - as ancient gods -
Going softly with gentle treads -
Going magic between us -
Weaving golden threads -

No more cryptic wink ****** -
Blamed upon the innocent -
No praise for devils beat herder -
For him angels only sing angry lament -

So defile a goddess all you like -
But we regenerate like the sun -
Rising to fight like heavens knights -
Through whose souls cosmic fires run -