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B E L O V E D   (The Devil"s Home on Leave)


 
I am Beloved and  
He is mine 
for I  
am all the peoples who walked behind  
the suns of wrath at Dawn  
to find a closed gate 
a wall of words and stone  
a kinsman"s blade  
and stop and hear  
from far and near  
the Song of Night and Day. 
 
Be loved and walking 
to spirits talking 
where  
the winds of atmosphere  
touch the demons" hoard 
I reach and find your hand, so kind 
at last, Beloved 
you"ve given me this world. 
the weight is breaking  
for I am taking 
the pain again 
and yet again  
as I see you die  
in heavens high 
in the northern sky 
falling. 
 
as suns are burning  
galaxies turning  
around your home  
beyond the rim 
a castle of bone of ice and stone 
to be alone,  
to think and wait and elaborate  
create in kind  
to look and find  
me.  
 
on this globe 
things fall and die, fated to do so  
alone 
far away from those few 
Who Are Beyond The Fall 
of Time 
on stone thrones 
but you are nigh  
as creatures die 
 
 
sharing the pain 
with ALL  
as I share it with you. 
 
"Come forth, my childrens" mother. 
My girl of flesh, my rose 
I"m home now, it"s me. 
bring milk and butter, bread and salt 
of the Earth 
from our house 
for I suppose  
it"s me, your husband." 
the Devil"s home on leave. 
 
quiet voice in my mind, Beloved  
you need my skills wicked  
my human cunning  
scheming and planning 
for war, sabotage  
and espionage, 
terror and pillage 
and rhetorics heretical 
are all but theoretical and cruel things 
for which I am the right man. 
 
I"m not afraid of flying 
of living free and dying 
without you 
for you. 
the best of all for killing 
for being free and leading  
this holy war  
of you.  
 
The meaning of life is what I make of it, 
nothing more or less, nothing fated  
or complicated.  
It"s good enough for me, it"ll have to be  
for all from now on.  
But things get really unsettling  
When I think of the last gloomy meeting between you and me,  
And silently I cry as I see you die  
high in the northern sky,  
taking your pain again and again,  
catching the world from your hand into mine  
falling. 
 
B   E   L   O   V   E   D 

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