The Beautiful One
Behold me, I am (;Odetta?)
In this world of crumbling beliefs,
Spiritual kitsch,
Amalgamated myth,
Where does it lead us
From this time to the next?
And we ask how it flows
And why we exist.
If I had the power
To take you away to
A lakeside castle, do you think
You could stay?
But she will always be there,
Your Lady in white.
"Who says the Devil is a man?"
She screams thru the nite.
Run now from there,
Return to the end.
Not the place where you stayed.
But (;Regression?) will lead you
And never again to see
Such a heaven or earth
Or a feeling of peace.
Behold me, I hold you,
You're nothing,
You're weak.
And I am...?
The being of power
You fear.
The emptiness of my eternity
Ends.
Alternative Nation
Ideal
Little Pink Ribbons
The First Ones
Dark Shell
...set book down...
