And I shall rise up out of the land of devastation to the
mountaintop...
And shout out to the strong willed one...
"Viticus... for thou hast slain me with thine sword of
magick...
I bleed apon you now... my Lord... I summon your
presence...
Hear me from my dying Avalon in which I cry!!!"
And I follow my heart in all its abandon as it leads me to
your jagged edge...
"Come forth...won't you make thine self knownst once
again?"
I sacrifice to you my unconditional love...
For I am convicted of the sorrows of your
disappearance...
Bring forth to me your rebirth...
Run with me along the edge of lifes mystic shores...
Take my hand and soar with me... children of Icarus...
Through the skies of clouds and stars...
Let the wynd of what's in my soul caress your cheek...
End all pain...
Le my love embrace the demons within your misplaced
heart...
On the wings of chance... two misplaced souls...
We shall rise... and fly high once again!!!
For it is the season of Imbolc...
And as Bridghids flaming arrow burns eternal...
So doeth my love for you...
