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;
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;
and somewhere else the tea is getting cold.
Time to go, I have work to do.