Ney,
do not leave me here
forgotten and forlorn
along my fear...
take me with ye...
where the ground's green and fortune;
do appear
where the showers may wash me guilt
and the sounds of love;
would i hear
where dances the night;
at the set of day
carryth mine love;
take it away
scatter it gently across the land
water it kindly at my feet
careful with that heart...
careful hence;
with that sheet
it for holds my name,
should it hold God's; all the same
paved forth into our destiny
a path gluttonous with mortality
and memory...
come forth,
out of your pathetic saddened shell
rotten and sour
with hatred and fear
come, where the bows carry yer dream
come forth into light
should you see, it clears;
oblivion...
escape yer prison of tears
as i slowly take yer hand...
smoothly caress ye with my wings...
i'm god...i'm the songs he sings
i'm the mortal ray of light
that may shine evermore...
should ye give it sight...
love me, i am man...
love me, all ye can!
By:
The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious