'Ode of Love' Forms of the Goddess: Savior

I am in debt to the sun rise that she is.
Forever the servant of she who banished the night.
Goddess, the white rose, my savior.

For I stumbled in my early life in darkness.
A creature with out utterance of good will.
Aimless, a wandering wolf, soul-less.

I left from those around myself completely.
They gave me no fulfilment, only discord.
Defilement, encumbered by liquid, empty eyed.

I had run to other places before I knew her.
Cursed hovels and tombs of royalty and plebeian.
Dank, always in fear, eyes drenched.

My dreams were a bane to me.
Continuous in their taunts of lives I will never lead.
Honour, prestige above all, foolish thoughts.

I thought that there would be no light for me.
No abounding love to raise the engulfed.
Seclusion, a life alone, second death.

But how wrong could I have ever been?
What life that dawn could bring in her face.
Bright, her unspoken affection, a smile.

Love for me had been redefined by how I now feel.
In her I was to see the part of me I always knew was missing.
Fleshy, yet as diamond, my whole.

I shall be the vigilance on which she stands.
A servant to the sun rise in moon light.
Shield, warrior of black, somber sword

To my Savior.

'Ode of Love' Forms of the Goddess: White Rose

Amongst the flowers of ubiquitous
There bequeath no counterpart,
Tho' the Poppies and the Coleus
Are the colours of mine heart.
I felicit thee, you Carnations,
Thine bloom, subtle, slight.
Hosta, Crocus, Tracheliums,
Ye all are sweet, despite.
Ah! But there is one above
Atop the Everest
Whose bloom's the epitome of love,
The sigil of the Blessed.
Lofty o'er the otiose,
The Holy White Rose.

'Ode of Love' Forms of the Goddess: Glory

Bow down, kings and servants alike.
Lower your heads to the earth
From which you came, for she,
The Golden Goddess has come.
She, the origin of beauty has awoken
To fill the dark space with brilliance.
Light eternal.

Fall down and weep, others.
Hide your faces from her
And run to the dark.
For you will never compare.
You who came before,
Dissipate with the winds of creation.
Be forgotten.

Creation, choir your voices to her.
Sing a chorus of salutations for
Her coming is now and now
We shall give a requiem for death.
Golden is she upon our eyes,
Purer than the holy majesty
Of angels.

Stars, ignite your souls in worship.
Praise the grandeur she emits
And emanates through the universe,
Life flowing from her eternity.
From her the moon waxes
And wanes to light my night.
I love.

See her, coming down to me from Heaven.
Arms wide and with colours
Only bidden by her, for the love
She grants is eternal and deep.
In her presence I kneel and cry
As she opens my heart from a hole,
It's abode. It was closed.

Glory. Glory of the most high.
Placed upon the throne of love
And life, I am filled with her
And I wish to give her myself.
I am but to protect and serve,
Love and exalt with my heart.
Adore.

Arise, be filled and drink her in.
For her iris's are as mother-of-pearl
And skin of porcelain, a pale white rose,
And the form of desire unknown.
Be as one with the Goddess
To reach the transcendence of the soul.
Utopia.

Fuck

There is no reward in patience.
There is no reward in honour.
There is no reward in love.
There is no reward in understanding.

Just can't win.

Seething

Feel her beneath
Rotting by the flies
Covered by the worms
Anchored in sin.