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Queen of Desolation
- Queen of Desolation -
Part I: Woman of Mystery
On a world now dust lived a woman of mystery,
Who set a cosmos on fire by her will and desire.
Heaven could not bear her; Hell could not hold,
The fire within her, which burned away sanctity!
Black was her royal attire and red was her fire…
Gods bowed before her; angels fled to her fold.
Can you remember stories of the wicked queen?
It is a shame you did not know her, in her glory.
Half-remembered fragments, only they remain…
The memory of mankind lives in waking dream!
Yet there are those who pass on, the true story…
If you seek it in a text, it is impossible to obtain.
Part II: Mirror on the Wall
Beyond the mirror on the wall of her lost palace,
Beauty lies, and merciless fate bewails a passing.
Like some fantasia, some wish for a golden time!
Behold her royal gown, all of leather and of lace,
And in her hands a scourge that carries its’ sting.
Some have found its’ caress to be all too sublime.
Reptilian green was her crest, hung on banners…
The device a secret known today only to we few!
In hidden councils, in shadows down in an abyss,
Where those who attend her, mind their manners.
None walk there now, not even the morning dew,
Which blesses each new dawn, with a magic kiss.
Part III: Heart of an Empire
In the heart of an empire lost to time, and to lore,
The kings of the gods broke the draconic armies.
No noise broke the vacuum, but there was blood!
And angels wept to see the breaking of a world…
Less noble were they after that, those new deities.
Like unto mankind, after the advent of the flood!
The horns of the moon were in her crimson hair,
That fallen queen whose throne was cast asunder!
But her blood lived on, made a part of all mortals.
Her majesty is undying, a glory beyond compare,
Men still quake at her name, as at a loud thunder!
Still she reigns, in planes beyond mystical portals.
Part IV: Horns of the Moon
When the moon is in the sky, horn points on high,
The laughter of the princess, rocks the firmament,
As wolves howl in the distance, eyes all piercing!
She inherited what many deny; hear well, her cry,
My lover was she, whom Eve did in sin so resent,
The heir to the queen, in both beauty and feeling!
Beware the screech owl, for it marks her domains,
On the border between spaces: where reality fades.
What once was alien takes on a form as terrestrial!
There the river runs in which sinners wash stains…
Which come not ever clean for the damned shades.
They lack the sight to see past the divine material!
Part V: Blood of the Dragon
The blood of the dragon flows in an ivory chalice,
And with certain passing eons, it burns like flame.
The princess calls, and I call to her across a mist…
I bear it within me, and I accept it without malice,
My lips drank from the cup, and I have no shame!
The princess calls, and I am so powerless to resist.
The old ties bind kindred souls one to another fast,
And like calls to like as the wheel comes around…
Until all things are made anew, and creation begun.
Whilst in some faded Eden, a reflection of the past,
A blood red rose blooms up from the black ground.
The queen awakens one day beneath a blazing sun!
Part I: Woman of Mystery
On a world now dust lived a woman of mystery,
Who set a cosmos on fire by her will and desire.
Heaven could not bear her; Hell could not hold,
The fire within her, which burned away sanctity!
Black was her royal attire and red was her fire…
Gods bowed before her; angels fled to her fold.
Can you remember stories of the wicked queen?
It is a shame you did not know her, in her glory.
Half-remembered fragments, only they remain…
The memory of mankind lives in waking dream!
Yet there are those who pass on, the true story…
If you seek it in a text, it is impossible to obtain.
Part II: Mirror on the Wall
Beyond the mirror on the wall of her lost palace,
Beauty lies, and merciless fate bewails a passing.
Like some fantasia, some wish for a golden time!
Behold her royal gown, all of leather and of lace,
And in her hands a scourge that carries its’ sting.
Some have found its’ caress to be all too sublime.
Reptilian green was her crest, hung on banners…
The device a secret known today only to we few!
In hidden councils, in shadows down in an abyss,
Where those who attend her, mind their manners.
None walk there now, not even the morning dew,
Which blesses each new dawn, with a magic kiss.
Part III: Heart of an Empire
In the heart of an empire lost to time, and to lore,
The kings of the gods broke the draconic armies.
No noise broke the vacuum, but there was blood!
And angels wept to see the breaking of a world…
Less noble were they after that, those new deities.
Like unto mankind, after the advent of the flood!
The horns of the moon were in her crimson hair,
That fallen queen whose throne was cast asunder!
But her blood lived on, made a part of all mortals.
Her majesty is undying, a glory beyond compare,
Men still quake at her name, as at a loud thunder!
Still she reigns, in planes beyond mystical portals.
Part IV: Horns of the Moon
When the moon is in the sky, horn points on high,
The laughter of the princess, rocks the firmament,
As wolves howl in the distance, eyes all piercing!
She inherited what many deny; hear well, her cry,
My lover was she, whom Eve did in sin so resent,
The heir to the queen, in both beauty and feeling!
Beware the screech owl, for it marks her domains,
On the border between spaces: where reality fades.
What once was alien takes on a form as terrestrial!
There the river runs in which sinners wash stains…
Which come not ever clean for the damned shades.
They lack the sight to see past the divine material!
Part V: Blood of the Dragon
The blood of the dragon flows in an ivory chalice,
And with certain passing eons, it burns like flame.
The princess calls, and I call to her across a mist…
I bear it within me, and I accept it without malice,
My lips drank from the cup, and I have no shame!
The princess calls, and I am so powerless to resist.
The old ties bind kindred souls one to another fast,
And like calls to like as the wheel comes around…
Until all things are made anew, and creation begun.
Whilst in some faded Eden, a reflection of the past,
A blood red rose blooms up from the black ground.
The queen awakens one day beneath a blazing sun!
Published 8th Nov 2011
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