A glass heart is the one who feigns to see,
And requiems of justice reign oh so free,
As 'twas withering and writhing
In pain quite so damned,

I shan't look to the East,
For there I shall see but a cast of the Beast,
That smiles down upon us,
In glimmering disguise,

For 'twas the night that Adam
Met Eve,
That Blood became Fire,
Twisting and churning in brutal Desire,

As he sang to them
Ever so softly,
"'Tis but a dream,
Not of what you'd deem
The quaintest of Love,
But the life no more,
Like my Eyes,
You will see,
The faintest of Hate,
Now lives in Thee,"

And to this, I replied in anger--
"What breathes you heavenly creature?"
And he looked to me in that
Feigning disguise,

"I am but no one,
For I am You,"

From that moment, I knew it blue,
That only by living in the Great Pursue,
Shall this life
Live evermore,

For I have lived and died
Remembering those words,
Whispering clearly beside,
That my Lover

Had become his Bride--

And to this he promised to me,
"You shall live in fear,
For the condemned--
They know,
I shall always appear."

I ran backward in fright,
Taking in what he said,
Writhing and churning
With but a verse in my head,

That man lived no more

As brother to brother,
I apologize,
For I had opened the Door,

To all that was and is evermore,
You shall see,

But first you shall wait,
Eating and laughing
As down takes your soul,
For this pain

Lives onward,
As he claimed
"The dead shall rise and
You shall be maimed,"

Thd door has been opened--
As do I wait,
For not too much longer
You shall see

Oh how He's become
So much stronger--

Long lives this Prince,
In glorious disguise,
For soon he shall breathe,

And Death shall rise.