Lugh

Lugh

I am art
I am free
I am living art
Beauty is the reflection
Mind only seeking perfection
Art speaks with eloquence
Art walks with dignity
I am blessed
I am cursed
For art is ever unobtainable
Ever lacking
I am ugly
I am a monster
When I am not art
I am that
That thing that cannot be named
Art created it
It came from the reflection of beauty
It is hungry
It is dominating
I can not stop it
Because I love it
Because I hate it
Art is what created it
Solitude art brings
Contempt art creates
The silence of all
Ghost that passes by
One they see yet never speak of
Words that speak passion
Words that bring no response
Eyes that see beauty
Eyes that see a fallen world
Madness
Shift
Hostility put upon you
Looking down upon you
Betrayal
Disbandment
Fight to maintain honour
A world wishing my honour destroyed
Appearance is the first perception of hate
Every word they say
Every look they give
Competition in this world
Creates nothing but hostility
I know why you are hostile
I know why you hate
For I am art
For I am free
You despise what you can not obtain
You despise what you have not done
When you despise me
You despise yourself
In that I find pleasure of knowing
If you believe I might know
Know that I do
These thoughts are thirteen paces ahead
Your footwork has catching up to do
So go be spiteful
Feed me your hate
I am hungry
I will feed you beauty
I will feed you living art

This Is She

Orchestra of crows in flight
Singing of the Way
Singing never stray
Meditation under lightning
The cold sting of rain
Discovering if fate will take you
Distant sounds of battle
Limbs snapping together
Fire pulses in blood
Sight of the beautiful
One dancing amongst the stars
Volcanic heart
Blade that cuts slowly
Black blade no one may see
Symbols of blood
Refusal to bow
Fight to stand alone
Ruler of self
Cast away to wander
Rejected by all
Strength in solitude
Noble spirit unbroken
Dignity unwavering
Untouchable and hated by many
Magic under full moon
Shape shift in pale light
Primal passion in full bloom
Nothingness under new moon
Reminder of death
One with one
Ritual drink consumed
Feast of the swords
Blood and sweat
Terror in sleep
Test of sincerity
Awake, do you fear?
Blissful desirable dream
Granted to champion chosen
Honour given to kings
Hand of tender compassion
Hand of empowering strength
Honeyed kiss of divinity
Freedom of spirit
Touch of the goddess
Uncoiled awakening
Take my hand
Together we will stand
My Queen
My Beloved
My Goddess