Dancing through the glistening shards of chaos.
Within the hopeful promise of a life.
In the heat of moments passion.
Merging slowly, soul and strife.

I shall not be bound or freed,
by the seasons of ones whim.
Toiling mind and time away,
crafting other peoples hymn.

I disregard, outright ignore,
the words that once were rule.
I discard, like born anew,
the mantle of the fool.

I will dance with the pale queen,
through her vengeful flight.
Don the blazen wings of madness,
through sunless day and moonless night.

Step by stab,
her heart on strings.
With tears and blood,
as she joyfully sings.

But do still contain your elation,
I've not come to make tomorrow.
but embrace my lower nature
and burn the chrysalis of creation.