someone see the light behind these lies
when your effort is not worth my time
your skin is moonlight and sun your crown
touch me not for I am merely divine
nothing to stand in your perceived valor

my temple was defiled by the paladin
sacrificed at my own altar for beauty
could knighted prince save fallen god
with her chosen desecration of truth
tongue cut out to fill the peace

stars blind from night’s filmy vision
the king stares at her castle, cold stone
and sir knight lacks heart to pray
violent medicine of my deity soul
faded from worship stolen by thought

the jester signs the cross two three
blessing the fallen one from tears
adolations from another kind of love
sanctity given as I crawl from mud
the god of spring never dies eternal

sky blood paints my face in tribal mask
white knight claims black king’s bishop?
not tonight for she is still towering
my green divinity cries in empty desire
no slaughtered sheep to stain my hands