A female figure stands in the void
A moment of truth I tried to avoid
She knows my true nature and who I am
A star in the sky of Abraham
Crucified under the light of the sun
There was much weeping to be done
Now the moon shines silver and clear
On all that I despise and all I hold dear
A cyclone of angel faces appear
Some of them scream and some of them leer
Woman, you cannot drink this cup
Be in thy flesh for another, look up!
A choir infernale sings a hymn of scorn
Against the woman whose heart I’ve torn
into tiny pieces and whose mind I’ve shattered
Their voices echoing through the silence we heard.
She cries inconsolably into the air
but protest in words she does not dare
Tears stream down her vibrant blonde hair
and pool on the ground near knees that are bare
Go now, oh penitent, be forgiven
for the sin that drove us both from Heaven:
The desire to melt the world with our love
into fiery magma that would shove
the angels from their places in the spheres above
who’d fall screaming like a wingless dove
Until the Earth would groan and be consumed by fire
until no one remained who could quench our desire
To be immortal in each other’s arms
and free of life’s tempting charms
Able to fly through the void unfettered
Free from the cosmos that we bettered
Go now, wait for heaven unfurled
to replace the sky that we hurled
into the pit blazing with our love
that made us stars in the sky above.