The Birth of Worth
The Fairy ARE the True Daughter’s of Lore
Though they may refuse to remember that war
I cannot say as I blame before the Name of their mothers shame
Twas a terrible Struggle in which they were Spiritually Born
forlorn
A few mixed seed’s and root’s and leave’s
in the cause of curiosity
As the Daughter’s may see
They would be free
Of the mean’s of curiosity
The Law of Claw
Paralyzed and terrified the beast may live to testify
A war of Lore cruelty for cruelty
Lore saw Life of a Light and would not release it to the beast
not without a fight before this Sight they did fight and fight for Light
Of their self scorn Lore did not Truly Live to see their Fairy Daughter’s Born
Forlorn
It was us to the Test
We were all that was Left of the True Breath
Soldier’s stomped into the ground
Machine’s of the Dream
It was Then Fairy caught the Century’s Song
The time Piercing EYE’S of Babylon
The Vamp’s of the Vixen
The Vixen’s Song did not stay that long
but long live’s the Song of Baybolon
Passion in Perception a Dance of Reflection
Passion be a Spiritual thing and as such it carry’s the weight of all history
What doe’s that mean
Why the Good the bad and the inbetween of all that Dream’s it means
In Relation’s of Celebration’s Energy’s you Conceive
Into the Being
Both of Flesh and Spirit you conceive
Conceiving of the Spirit hath it’s diffuculty’s
Passion is the most primitive of Enery’s
And timeless Passion be if you listen Clearly
it carry’s a great weight of it’s history
If you listen you may hear in Clear the voice of passive choice
A little voice in the feminine that’s say’s
“be nice to me”
Into the ear of the ancient beast
The beast voice say’s
“she would make me weak”
and the beast become’s angry
“this harsh world is not for the weak”
This is the weight of Passion of no satisfaction
This passive of Passion the Vixen would cheat
they would cheat their history
That was their Key though their time was not to be
Lore tamed the beast
but a beast is a beast and a leash is a leash
For the Spirit to Conceive of the Fairy
Passion’s weight must in Trust be lifted from their Wing’s
Tis a Dream of Wing’s
Over bone’s to the Throne to See
Born forlorn
A Fairy is not childlike fragile and weak
A separation in True Relation the weight of Passion be
