The Coming Of The May Queen

  


      There's a place neath the live oaks
where a tea creek flows so smoothly;
       and the water moves o'er the stone wood
as it splashed into sweet cesspools of multicolor
       and meadow mint herb vapors.

       There's a gentle lady who knows
where to pause and sing enrapturing chants
       to the goddess of the wind chime.
When the weather is right
      she is out by dew drenched sunlight
to sing whispers of love unto the spirit of Pan
      and the green nymph's possessing son .

      When the vapors have taken her,
her feeling will then be right,
       meeting with me, the wood cutter by day
and again I, the silent trapper by night.
      We shall dance among the May apples
on the lush grass bank by the sprinkle
      of  the whiskey tinctured creek
 and the warmth of the rising sun,
      to herald the dawning daylight.

      When we later walk on down the narrow road,
we'll soon get where wind spirits know,
       and our souls can leave their mortal vessel,
traveling where even angels fear to go..

      Ahead I see the dark Bastille fortress loom,
the flashing cerulean fire and rolling thunder greet us.
      A drawbridge reaches across a bottomless mote,
bearing those wretched screams of the damned from deep within,
      as we both move beyond to meet them.

       I behold contorted faces of the trolls among them,
I see the astonished eyes of others who beseech the wind
      to sweep them far from within
 the walled garden courtyard of the dark Bastille.

     Before us in the distance
the earth commences to tremble,
     for the imposing cloud soon thus parts,
exposing the jade throne of that dreadful Caliph
     and the intense furnace raging behind him.

     Soon the great chastisement shall come,
and he shall purge the tainted from among mortal men;
     then a new song they all shall sing
with the blessed coming of the nymph May queen.
     Again their blood shall be rendered forever pure,
their treasured inheritance shall thus be timelessly redeemed,
     as the gentle dance of the spirit lady moves
among the herbs in early spring.

     So take notice
with the emergence of the heavenly star,
     that bi millennial wonder,
the herald of him whom all of you rejected
     as a gentle babe,
but will now soon emanate as universal King!

     Hail the God King,
for all the earth is his,
     and all of those thereon his indentured servants!
For no man may lay claim
     upon neither the earth, its resources
or any among mankind who roams about.
     He is coming to claim those
who have given all into his service,
     and to redeem the blood of men who have
been tainted by corrupting mutants.

     Hail the God King,
for as his anointed temple soon arises,
     the drawbridge will span to greet him
as he marches along
     to take his rightful seat upon a
timeless flaming, crystal diamond throne!