Once again the heart lies shattered
The Goddess taking back what she is owed      
                      I lie silent under the obscene embrace of earth
          Bleeding
                  Dying
        Becoming what I wasn't

          Bittersweet is the rose's thorns
                To the lover twisted into the briar of lust  
   I hang in its imprisoning grasp tormented by desire
                            Entangled
                     Burning
              Becoming the memory of the dance

        The Muse illuminates the Way with Truths unseen
  I walk the Paths between without knowing why, nor caring
              And leave behind the torment to rise from the Goddess' hand
                      Flowing
                            Singing
                      Simply becoming