Across your Purity

A Poem by Ascanius

Let me swim through the fire river!
Your lips are sweeter than the honey!

Let's dance at the Arabian night's music!
The heart beatings are claiming for a naked ritual!

Even in a hidden temple,
The gods will be willing to come along,
And sing an old psalm;

Whereas through my blue prophesy,
My eyes will shine under the pale moonlight.

May my whisper be your guide,
May my sword be your strength;

Not in vain,
Your red angel demands you a loving presence
To succumb before your sadness.