Non Serviam

The shadows surround me in the night
The visions haunt in the night
An emblazoned silhouette emerged
The Queen of Beauty I beheld
She gave me birth to the mayfly of love
And it descended upon me
Mountain of emotion
Summit of Seraph
Descending, falling as the nestling bird
Hands of desolation grasped my soul
And my inner tranquillity suddenly perished
Into the opaque thou shall obediently follow me
And nourish my desires to thrive
Thou shall submit to the yoke
And woebegone thou dust moulder away...
Embraced by crushing hope
Erased by the ice of dismiss
Trapped under ice froze my hope
The healing sun appeared and the mayfly flew away
By nightfall invited I was
My arousal was caused
By the crack of dawn dismissed I was
My armageddon was caused