Countless Kingdoms these legs’ve wandered Plunged in tides and yet still risen Volumes of knowledge I’ve yet conquered Shelved this head a virgin prison. Ancient verses I‘ve been taught Thousands of tributes I’ve thus spared Alongside servants I have fought Yet love still finds me unprepared. Wandering seas led you to my shores And framed in light you gallantly stood Through my heart a wavelength tore And sparked a fire through the woods. You emptied my mind of ancient kingdoms And cleansed my soul of native tides Snapped free the bars of endless prisons And promised a love in which we’d rise. But the hands of Dionysus let loose the wine And waves of skies those mean reds swallow Clenching valiantly my prophecy divine As she rains the bleeding heart of Apollo. “Love and madness,” he screamed with rage Muffled by my suffocant breath “Will fall to thee an endless cage And lure swoons to their deaths.” Fleeing the city of fallen ruins To seek the words of Guinevere I followed the road less travelled To a fairer maiden it’d then steer. Tea met me with the Fair Helen Who spilled her heart out on her dress Wearing the armor of beauty’s felon And fragrance of Lady MacBeth. Roam did I the lands with Caesar Of human blood he’d spray perfume Climbing the balcony to try to please her Jesting at scars that haven’t felt a wound. He drove me into the arms of Picasso Where I played with forces I did not know Pumping my veins with blood-filled tabasco That let the seas of madness howl. I sensed it all begin to fade Captivated by the Serpent’s lullaby I completely faded away And murdered my only alibi. Deep, deep down a deep, deep valley Tickled a blazing glow Who should I see but the brilliant you Upon the pyramid of Maslow! Looked back down a Ponce or two At a wrinkle-collecting fountain And realized that to reach the top You’d have to turn the mountain. A sapphire tinted pair of wings An Angel wand’ring hidden spheres Onto you my body springs And into yours my faint arms flare. With you lies the myth of Socrates A question far, far yonder Untold volumes of hypocrisies Still yet, I grow fonder. In the heart of another crisis In the fate of another tomorrow You’ll be my Dionysus, And, I, my beloved, your Apollo.