On the branches of the great Ash tree,
He hangs upside down
Over the pond of reflection.

“I sacrifice my eye to me,
Allow me to see those that I can change
And those that I cannot;
The deepest corners of the heart
And the universe it flows in-
Grant me Wisdom beyond Sight.”

And he hangs for 9 days and 9 nights-
Not dead for death has not been born.
(There is no death without time and no time when the world is stagnant)

Waters swirl up and engulf him / he slowly dips his head in.

The sacrifice has been received.
A God is born (not created, not made)

The branches of Yggdrasil sing.
Movement, vibrations,
The stars and the moon start to spin,
Welcoming inspiration.

love is a double edged sword
that speaks truths and lies,
aphrodite and ares, venus and mars,
love and war go hand in hand
as does death and beauty

A Frame of Fire rises
Above the Dark Past,
Lands are conquered
By the Man with the Lightning,
The victorious Blaze,
And the yielding Shadow
Kneel, both shrouded
In Robes of Silence,
To the Return
Of the Incorruptible,
And Generous.

Icarus cradled himself as the
Surface roared closer and closer,
Screaming like a siren in his ear

For a brief moment he looked and saw
That tower which had kept him and all
That surrounded it. It used to be ugly
But now with death approaching, all that was
ordinary became too beautiful to bare.

Light flung down –
and something nameless
arrests the gaze –
the silhouetted hip,
an exercise in curves.
Woman or goddess ?
At her toilette,
no riches present –
god of love in chiaro scuro
holds a mirror where
imagination plays.
Her back turned, face blurred,
reclining Venus, illusive,
mysterious , tempting the eye
to desire, the mind to wander.

i don’t care  
i might be afraid
but i don’t care
it won’t matter
when i won’t be

Running under the three moons
Her world is feral, it's her hunting ground
The moon is full

She sings softly with the children of the night
What music they indeed make
The river moves swiftly

Down in the darkness
She rose to the light
Queen of the woods

She shone brightly
Her porcelain skin radiates like a 1000 diamonds

They bow down to her grace
Slept for seven days & seven nights
Her kingdom growing rapidly

Two twins crying loudly
The world was never ready
All her ways paved
To where they will Rome.