Sep 16
Salutations—
Your friendly neighborhood shaman.
If you agree, I’ll set your worried mind free.
Sit down a while, feel like a child.
Sing, moon child!
Sing for the night,
Sing for the one you hold tight,
Sing for the weary, distant light.
Don’t idle—
Here’s your guitar, play a solo that lingers.
You’re a demigod of sound,
But your gifts have been underground.
Time to awaken—
The earth needs shaking.
I’ll lead you to a mystical void,
Where clarity births choice,
And through it, you’ll find your voice.
The shaman fades.
You reach for your guitar.
Three chords in—
A glittering sphere appears, then bursts.
She stands before you:
The green-eyed girl from your dreams.
Hair like rivers, eyes like flame.
She lifts your guitar, says, “Play again.”
Your heart stammers, hands shake.
You strum—first a hum, then rhythm takes.
You sing of sultry dances, second chances.
Your fevered voice makes her lips quiver.
You know you’ll kiss her—
But will you remain once you learn her name?
You’ve found your voice.
But first—a sacrifice:
A white dove.
In the void,
You devour the bird whole.
Now you’re free from your past—
Your resolve built to last.
You run to the next chapter—
Stages and spotlights.
You’ll be a star,
Sing like a coalmine canary,
Though your heart is weary.
You sing for the woman in your dreams.
She is your voice, your only choice.
Your rage becomes songs destined to hit.
I am the mage, the wizard.
I have a stage—my sonic blizzard.
A wall of sound,
Where I’ll finally be found.
Six strings and a plectrum,
A death wish, a spectral spectrum.
I’ll unleash this rainbow in the dark—
Tell your angels, “Hark!”
I’ll slay demons with speed,
And conquer my need—
To lay beside her
In the quiet after the song’s ******.
The rhythm I keep is my heartbeat.
Each chord I pick, each riff that kicks—
Ends the siege of my spirit.
Winter is near—can you hear it?
I’ll build a musical emporium
To settle old scores,
And hold a moratorium
On lonely love, shattered by the dove.
Your friendly neighborhood shaman.
If you agree, I’ll set your worried mind free.
Sit down a while, feel like a child.
Sing, moon child!
Sing for the night,
Sing for the one you hold tight,
Sing for the weary, distant light.
Don’t idle—
Here’s your guitar, play a solo that lingers.
You’re a demigod of sound,
But your gifts have been underground.
Time to awaken—
The earth needs shaking.
I’ll lead you to a mystical void,
Where clarity births choice,
And through it, you’ll find your voice.
The shaman fades.
You reach for your guitar.
Three chords in—
A glittering sphere appears, then bursts.
She stands before you:
The green-eyed girl from your dreams.
Hair like rivers, eyes like flame.
She lifts your guitar, says, “Play again.”
Your heart stammers, hands shake.
You strum—first a hum, then rhythm takes.
You sing of sultry dances, second chances.
Your fevered voice makes her lips quiver.
You know you’ll kiss her—
But will you remain once you learn her name?
You’ve found your voice.
But first—a sacrifice:
A white dove.
In the void,
You devour the bird whole.
Now you’re free from your past—
Your resolve built to last.
You run to the next chapter—
Stages and spotlights.
You’ll be a star,
Sing like a coalmine canary,
Though your heart is weary.
You sing for the woman in your dreams.
She is your voice, your only choice.
Your rage becomes songs destined to hit.
I am the mage, the wizard.
I have a stage—my sonic blizzard.
A wall of sound,
Where I’ll finally be found.
Six strings and a plectrum,
A death wish, a spectral spectrum.
I’ll unleash this rainbow in the dark—
Tell your angels, “Hark!”
I’ll slay demons with speed,
And conquer my need—
To lay beside her
In the quiet after the song’s ******.
The rhythm I keep is my heartbeat.
Each chord I pick, each riff that kicks—
Ends the siege of my spirit.
Winter is near—can you hear it?
I’ll build a musical emporium
To settle old scores,
And hold a moratorium
On lonely love, shattered by the dove.
