In love with Satan

Oh the morning that shines anew

behind the darkened lane

The sunlight that filters through the fog

beneath the silver stream

I drew away the dewdrops

amid the mist of dreams

And made the crown so fine

a halo of moonbeams

Used the magic, ancient than time

to create the mystic sea

a worthy gift to my love, a worthy gift to thee

Ah! music….a symphony, the harp

Oh sweet sweet angel’s song

Feather light carved cupid bow-arrow

I aimed thy heart and shot

Off thou lay in throne of thine

of gold beams, a sunglow peacock

The pointed piece lay on thou hands

Thy heart remained unattached, on lock

Here, in me, love blossoms

amid the thrones of thorn

But thou heart has not yet been reborn…….not yet been reborn.

I bleed on it, I cry for thee

I’m resigned to these demonic urges

Oh! Satan Satan, I bow to thee

My love to you has altered me

The light fails to soothe me

I am no sage…. No…. now I’m no sage.