The Birth Of Venus

A sound and a scent beckoned me, I was attracted though with fright
Being a child of the darkness, why should I hunger for the light
Levels were manuevered, there was pain in every climbing grip
But there was a force unknown willing me to the very tip

But the tip in a hour seemed an eon to my beast
The smells, my imagination, things were unleashed
Sentries were posted, but slowly, oh so carefully I manuevered them
My loyalty is to Baal and the darkness, and my pledge is to them

I tremor at the thought of light or even of it touching my skin
I could think of no greater pain or sin than it touching my skin
But there was a gnawing, a treasure yet to be identied and found
As I bared my teeth, reaching hand over hand, and I slowly gained ground

How do I know what lilacs and magnolia smell like, I only know the pit
I'm a servant of the darkness, I only know sulfur and brimestone hit after hit
The coldness of the darkness is the only beauty and warmth that I know
How cold the feel of something else, something unknown drive me so

I know not this source but it pulls with Baal's force
Steadily upward with blinders on to keep me on course
The pain must used to fuel as I climb through increasing degrees of light
So much more pain and the ledge has now came into sight

There is a painful fear of the unknown, what could be waiting
What could the powers of the upper world possibly be fating
I simply can't turn back as I raise my head up out of the pit of hell
And there she was washing clothes in the river, Aphrodite On The Half Shell