The cool touch of the
hand of Despina
Caresses my soul,
harbinger of death and life
She takeths what she
giveths
Where are you my Love?
In the shadows of my
soul, in the depths of my heart
My head plays no part
of what can be real
And what shall not
Like poetry she fills
my muse, my mistress of death
Death to the soul, life
to the Immortal
Vanquish the daemons of
my life
The essence is pure,
the motive is selfish
Is it selfish to baske
in the breath of Immortality
When others have
forsaken theyr truth
But, mistress what is
my truth
Where does truth begin
and fiction end?
Left mee with just a
feeling, just a flutter
Of what was and what
can be
Just a taste of our
true power
Enough to delight the
senses
Forever a soul in debt,
when can it end?
My search, my
Immortality
Must I forever be
different from my fellows?
Never apart, always
together in my soul dreams
The Key is locked away,
but where
That is my final
answer, my final offering
The Key-but where?