That I should come to worship here,
Beneath the surface snow.
Cold like ice to fingers mend
The darkness in thoughts grow.
I would lay down my flesh,
My body to its gain...
That it could rise again a savior to the insane.
I would know the hidden path that before me is a miss. ..
I would sacrifice a lot to steal even a kiss.
But these cold thoughts of bent forms
And raw and carnal greeds,
Send me to my siners bed with quite Un-met needs.
You can never look at me and see me as I am.
I am just a toy to you to,
A thing to entertain...
Curiosity and boredom sate the only coming rain.
But for me the winters chilling touch,
The dream of ice and mead,
To drink of him is to end the endless darkness seeds.
I would kneel and pray
For release in greater gain.
That he could guard my self
That I could bare the storm.
that I should come to worship here...
In silent misgivings deeds,
That smiles and laughter shield
The only burning needs.
I would have your body too,
I say to winters knight,
Bring me back unseelie in all its terrors fright.
Bring me back to colder days
With snow and angels play...
And in the mixed feelings and words,
Never is the only way.
