(Now dream...)

"I am the gentle stream
that trickles through the summer glades
of ever green peace
Therefore we will drink my sleep
and dream

I am the bleeding sky,
the snatching wind of war
blowing through the savage garden
My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust
like strings to be pulled, and cut

I will make my puppets dance
The men will bow down before me
to take my flesh as lucid thoughts
of dark, unbridled lust

I am all these things and more
Thus I await you, nemesis of restraint
The code of life, and the bride of evil itself."