The world is cruel and unjust, so much so
that men like Don Quixote escape into
The realm of fantasy, where giants roam
And Dragons breathe
Avoiding Reality
With an Artful Mastery
Because the world is cruel and unjust, so cold
and Unforgiving of your broken heart
or weary soul

And I spent my whole life wandering
The Wasteland of Civilization
Until the day I discovered you
And came to the realization-
I am Above
the ugliness of man
I am Beyond
The fire in my glands
the need to connect and
for someone to understand
the sickness inherent
in my emotions.

Because now - I found you
A Warrior's Work of Art
I feel your magic all around me
my Armor of the Heart
We started out in jest - but soon
We bled into each other
And you became my Guardian Angel
as I became your lover

No Fall from Grace,
Disdainful Face,
or Glare of Hate
that I may take
Today,
Will shake me
from my resting place,
Where we exist
in Peace.

You strengthen me within
And now there's no room to get in
For anybody other than
You, my goddess of sin

For, though I've suffered the slings and arrows
of pain
and ridden with Kings and Heroes
in Vain
Across Battlefields of Love and Hate
I remain
Shielded by your Grace
No matter the Time or Place.

The Screaming outside my window
in the Dark
is no longer inviting
the way it was before
deep inside me, I feel a change come forth
The Mysteries
infinitely howl at my door
But my desire to join them is no more
The Mysteries that captured me
And stole me into the dark
Are now Uninteresting
and Withering
before my Armor of the Heart.