"Beneath You" by Gregory W Golden

No, heart, no brains and no courage
Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your hears
Allow me to introduce the Queen of Truth
Your majesty, you are the fairness of them all
Such an honor to be your Lord Chancellor
Thus, I beckon your call
Your highness and sweet gratefulness
I take great pleasure
In serving you, my lady
Indeed, I am at you services,
Day or night, and
Your wish is by command

This heart
Like a red rose
That opens up,
Completely
Receive and breathe
This fragrant air, and
Bathe in the warmth of
This tearful sun, but
When this
Heart breathes
In deeply,
I know
This heart, becomes
This rose

Domain and dominion
Lord, their voices have reasons
To receive this Holy Communion

Poetry, be
This lute,
I shall play
Your voice
From heaven,
I pray
Sing out
This lute, and
Say what
You need
To say

These words
Are like javelins
We hurl them through
The eyes of the naked sun
Landing in the heart of
Grief and despair in men
These words have great power in them

Swift eagle talons,
They sway
Life shall weep,
When, I capture
Thy pray
Thus, revelations
Bring forth this
Blood tainted day
Victory in these eyes,
I am the lord of the sky

Words march
To a kettle
Drum beat,
We are told

They bring
Clarity to
Thy soul

These words,
I cherish
More than gold

All That
We have
In this
Wooden Bowl of
Rice and that
One grain of
Spirit shall
Walk through
This fire and ice

Diverse is Satan
He shall harrow
Your soul
He claims to
Turn dust into
Gold, but
Deliver us from
Evil and plunder
This hell

The silver sky
Released the
Tarnished sun,
At dusk
For me
To wane
Into that
Dark eternal
Night, in the
Land of Tunisia