I’m holding you my Hope,
In arms that bind like the tightest rope,
Heavens blessed and protecting cloak,
Hide us now from what has awoke.

Our world is holding its final breath
Till it is loved and held by subtle death.
Oh delicate child of winters bliss.
Hold me now in this evil Abyss.

Love is hiding in hidden shallows,
Beneath a canopy of dreary willows.
Call her with a tender song,
One that has been beating all along.
So gaze into hopes sweet innocent eyes.
And fall in love with mans greatest prize.

So linger softly on her lips,
Let her guide you to her perfect hips,
And bring life to this existence,
And bare a child of godly omnipotence.