I have made it at last
Through the dark forest I have passed
I see a small bridge of glass
Over a stream quite relaxed

Who is that who keeps the bridge
Against life is his grudge
He wields a mighty scythe
But uses it like a rickety staff
His face is shrouded in shadow
His fate only God can know
He sticks out a hand, broken and deformed
“Give unto me your heart adored,
Or be struck by the sword”

His words pierce me like a spear
Could it be true what I hear
For the voice that speaks is my own
This man’s truth is unknown
Yet I feel I must obey
No longer will joy accept delay
So I rip open my chest
And pull out my still beating heart
To fulfill my own request
I can feel emotion depart

Satisfied, the bridge keeper steps aside
No longer will joy be denied
I stand among the meadow
Should I have said no?
What great lengths one goes to
For the smallest ounce of joy
In the meadow she stands
She is love, joy, peace, light,
She is beautiful, glorious, kind
She is all a man needs
She is all I can desire
I can not see her face
Yet still we embrace
Oh how joyous is this moment
Too bad I gave my heart to the opponent