Enveloped in the womb of conditional love my marble lips crack and shudder into the form of a smile

My allies force solidarity upon me and I am no longer alone

The comfort and yet lack of eloquence I find in the warmth of beer and friends begins to draw me back

Black singed wings embrace me and he feels my pain

A harp begins to play, softly calling to me. “Come, let us celebrate LIFE together” she sings, steady and pure

I draw power from inner skies tainted crimson, clouds of present passions rain the blood of past, but I find myself dry

Those loving black wings, my steel umbrella, shelter me from both past and present

And the harp, my sanctuary, sings me to sleep caressing me with her essence and cradling me as the goddess cradles the earth