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I'm standing at the Crossroads of my life -
Nothing to lose.
Each path leads to oblivion, Whichever one I choose.

Rising from the ashes of my plight I traverse filaments of light,
That permeate my ethereal form - On omnipotent threads I'm born.
Unto a place where I can find A balm to ease my troubled mind,
That I may glimpse things Yet unseen,
A world not grey - But evergreen...

And can you blame me - Is it such a crime,
To crave for one small piece Of heaven that I can call mine?

For years I have waded Through bland mediocrity,
Watched my hopes sink In a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a Paradise lost when here is
An Eden of nature's creation?

Sisters of servitude- Fearful and fair,
Who herald good fortune And mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and Give back my soul,
So that I who am 'empty' May once more be 'whole'.

[SPIRIT VOICES:]
"Mortal be silent - Take heed as we speak,
Not lightly will we return That which you seek.
True wisdom walks hand in Hand with adversity,
Knowledge exists on the Brink of uncertainty."

The moment that I saw her face My lust I could not hide.
She knew me as no other - Viewed me through a lover's eyes.

A vision of sensual delight Pervades my senses -
And ignites new feeling That I can't define,
Desire for this succubus sublime. Sister, mother, virgin, whore -
She is all these and yet still more That I could hope to understand,
She takes my heart - I take her hand ...

And can you blame me - Is it such a crime,
To crave for one small piece Of heaven that I can call mine?

All my life I have yearned - How my spirit has burned,
To taste of the fruits That my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was a beauty so pure She could truly outshine any
Star that the Lord God has made.

Sisters of servitude- Fearful and fair,
Who herald good fortune And mete out despair.
Take pity upon me and Give back my soul,
So that I who am 'empty' May once more be 'whole'.

[THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL:]
"Brand look no further - For that which was lost can
Be found in me if your Distrust becomes troth.
I will bestow you with Riches untold,
For I am your 'harvest-home' - I am your soul.

Come walk with me through The vale of eternity,
For you must know ere you go - I go with thee.

Corn is the gold that Will shine in the Summertime,
Leaves are the emeralds You find in the Spring.
At Autumn they turn and As copper they burn,
Then fall like the diamonds That bleak Winter brings.

From the beginning when hoar - Frost and flame collided -
The birth of the world To proclaim,
Your lives have been guided - Decided by fate,
Unaltered by chamges that You try to make.

The world keeps on turning - Men still live and die,
Though many have questions So few even try,
To search for the answers That you have found here -
Unaware of the threads in The web that is wyrd."

Drowning in the waves which carry me 'cross oceans of tranquility,
Lulled by the eddies of my mind - Washed up like flotsam on the
Tides of time. I've no desire to return
From whence I came Now I have learned,
Within us all resides A dream of days not grey -
But evergreen...

And can you blame me - Is it such a crime,
To crave for one small piece Of Heaven that I can call mine?

For years I have waded Through bland mediocrity,
Watched my hopes sink In a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for a Paradise lost when here is
An Eden of natures creation?
- * -
All that is left of those Times are my memories,
Days long since past into Realms of antiquity.
Tales round the fireside From old men who reminisce,
Speak of lost youth and The age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a cold Winter's night She has come to me -
Easing my sorrows and Soothing my fears,
In the dreams of this old man A soft voice

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