Awoken

No longer do I fear your touch,
Instead I marvel at mystical beauty
That of a glorious god,
That of a heinous angel.

Wicked eyes slake elation
Skin is drenched in scorching sweat
Serpent’s smile has broken boundaries
In dizzying heights of unbridled bliss.

Come hither my Lord, for my thirst can never be quenched
Come hither my master, for I am in debt to you
Come hither my companion, for I have absorbed the truth.

My eyes are no longer sealed by slander,
They have awoken to the light of heaven, only to find dark.
The sincerity I seeked awaited with you.
The words of candour flew from your tainted lips.

I saw his majestic pale cloak lying on the chair
When will we unite to fight for the repressed yearnings of the people?