I stand and a grassy knoll

spreads outward forever rolling away

under my bare feet.

The wind whips my hair--

my long auburn locks blowing wildly,

as if imbued with life of their own.

My kingdom is before me--

Mine! Yes, mine for the taking.

I shall mount on wings of gossamer

and wing my way through God's great Heaven

and then and only then will I be free.

It thinks it will have me.

Ha! I laugh in it's face;

I spit on it's challenge!

It wants me!

It will not have me!

IT WILL NOT HAVE ME!

Forbidden fruits, concealing;

poisons within;

they change me, my personality.

they bind my heart and soul

with life-long forged links

that form the shackles of my slavery.

an evil heart, it plots and waits to execute

the means of my destruction.

A relentless pursuit; ever fleeing

the dread lust forbidden by

the law of the Most High.

I light for a time in the fading light of day.

I give thanks to my Creator,

I have survived again

and I take in the beauty of the seashore.

A light wind arises, and a gentle breeze

rustles my hair which burns with auburn fire

in the fading light of day.

I am at peace, However,

the day grows dark

and I sense the evil curse

rising from the sea.

I know now what it is the curse seeks;

It has whispered in my dreams.

I have heard the words that will

release dark fantasies.

But, instead of giving in

I find my shelter in the Cleft of the Rock

until the evil passes.

I am free, or so I think.

I'm caught, pinned, and the evil desires consume me.

They clip my wings and I'm beaten, bruised and battered

and left to bleed and die, lying in a pool of my own blood.

Alas, all is not lost!

The Most High hears my prayer!

Strength fills my body

as the Soulforce of Heaven

restores my soul.

My wings are restored

and I take to the skies again;

for I am lifted up on high on gossamer wings.

The skies are my highways

and my heart rides the air currents

as my soul soars through the silver-lined clouds.

I land on dew-kissed grass;

my heart racing with excitement.

I feel like I could run forever;

like I could smell the wind

and feel the grass under my feet and just run forever.

And I know all will be well.

There are worlds out there

Where the sky is burning;

Where the sea's asleep

and the river's dream;

Hills made of smoke and cities made of song;

Some worlds, there's danger;

Others, injustice

and somewhere else the tea is getting cold.

Time to go, I have work to do.