Can you tell me how
how to steal this sound
take the voice so loud
and drown it out, out, out-
break the waves that cull the demons
sing the pleasure as you mean it
never wander far from home
unless you know not where you go
footsteps buried under snow
blackened feet and bloodied soul
know not where you ought to roam
foam at the mouth
know no moan
can you tell me how it’s done
or sell me back what I have won?
Tell of all my longings
my love and my undoing.
Tell of all my failures
my rise within this ruin
never speak of roses
or of happy endings
seek to end this cycle of
ever after pretending.
Tell of all my glory and
how I lost my head-the story
just retellings in my stead.
Tell of all my memories with your
voice and then
tell of all my longings-the delusions
in my head
tell me that I’m crazy
while I forget again-
tell of all my longings and all that is
my bed but never forget the ending
happier now than then.
Glitter in the dust that fell
from the heavens like a veil
found the wisdom
then they sell
your soul for a kingdom come
never trusting not a one
the ever after ordeal
a lung unhealed
breathing in the mud
to the God above
He looks into eyes, fears the darkness,
sees the armored woman brandishing blade
worn and surrounded by light
he kills the shadows
he’s down on knees
He calls her by name, he follows her to battle,
he names her Freya speaking soft.
Chains of love and merciless abuse, his Goddess flees,
but he pursues.
The madness in her eyes only needs the light
he brings the fire, burns her raw
flesh exposed he screams her name,
calling her Freya.
Shielded Goddess carrying bloodied blade
sits in flames as he slays her darkness
the madness building
all she needed was a sheath
but the darkness has been slain
and the Goddess lays dormant once again.
He stands at her ashes waiting for a phoenix
what rises next he proclaims a demon.
A raven woman dressed in madness
crazed from the fire consumed by her ashes.
He looks into eyes and sees his Goddess
fear in his heart he does not understand
as the woman rises talons for hands.
Stripped of her armor, stripped of his light
she rises from ashes in lightless night
glory is her who stands on her own
but as she is watching Odin is calling her home
thought himself a God Muninn will say
thought himself deserving, until he felt betrayed
he thought that he could see, but feared the absence of day
said that I was Goddess, but even then asked me to stay.
16 September 2014