Be I, but a woman
Called Death incarnate! 
See me, balanced in motion, 
Collecting souls at my Will. 
God Killer if I choose. 
God Killer if I choose. 

Winters wilting flowers 
Know my name well. 
They call out to me 
At the root and I sing 
Them to sleep, to sleep. 

Be I not a God - 
Then what? 
Protector of an Universe. 
Hiding my many secrets. 
Cradling Holy things to rest. 
Moving swift with my Scythe. 

Do you want my Mercy? 
Should I give you my tame dance? 
Or should I laugh the laugh of a 
Harlot that knows the Midnight Sun 
Smiles at sweet things, too… 
While the Moon brings time in vain. 

Raise up your Lion’s head, 
I do not fear its roar.
Keep steady the Holy Ghost 
As I bring the night rolling black 
Jewels down upon you. 

Turn your Sorrow into Joy, 
And back again - 
Bring me Stability through Change, 
Bring me your Promethean Fire, 
Your Star high, mighty and shining. 

See me, in Lust for Pan! 
Oh, God, great God of Man! 
Stomping hooves and 
Clashing horns, 
From which Divinity is born. 

Rest ye well, in winter's night. 
Knowing now the Way of Light, 
Be strong, Be strong,
You’ll not wait long.
Be glad in death, 
For soon it will bring, 
The pretty blue blooms of spring.  


P.S. if you'd like to listen to me read poetry you can here.