Dreams of Carol and the Beast

1.
A peaceful blossom,
A symbolic Dove
Flying high above
All us devils in the mud
I whistled for thee!
Holding out my wicked claw
That you would make a nest
In my paw to rest
I would cup you and rub your lily breast
But I was just another devil in the scores
And high above you just ignored
Far away, continued you to soar.

2.
Grasping my horns upon my head
Howling to the moon,

Come to me white Dove!
My soul is dead!

Away across the moors of sin
I heard the echo of your hymn
But unheard to you
Was my hopeless wind.

3.
I followed your song around the world
As fast as my hooves would hurl
Always catching just your glimpse
And always in your loving sound
But I lost you in the despairing desert
And in my fury I quit my quest
And tore my heart from my chest
And consumed the hollow organ
With a bitter spit.*

4.
You’re an armor-plated lover
Above the good and evil you just hover
You wouldn’t let the Devil in
The Saint you saw within
A foolish whim of leaving sin

You’re an armor-plated lover
Your violence is your kindness
Your principles are your sword
Your armor is the Lord!

You’re an armor-plated lover
I fall before your feet
The Demon you defeat
For I cannot turn the other cheek
I’m just too scared to be that weak.

Thinking of Carol and the Beast II.

You seem so loving and so sweet
As though the violence of living
Penetrates you not
But I wonder if behind that delicate exterior
Lies there
A howling beast.


In reference to Stephen Crane “In the Desert”


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