'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.