I think I was supposed to die tonight.
Last night, I fought for honor, and respect, and for love
I stood, three footsteps within Hell’s gaping mouth
Shoulder to shoulder with two lions and I fought an army of men.
And in that hour my love, I became a lion.
Who was it that said that there are no deals between
Lions and men? I don’t know, but we did not travel
So far to negotiate. We came as lions to do what lions do.
For honor, and for respect, and for love we fought.
Tonight, while recovering, I stood alone in a grave yard.
I stood there, in a place I new I was safe. I stood
Among the eternal past and future. I stood, shivering
Within the city of the dead, gothic stones surrounding
Then at dusk, I heard my the voice of my Muse. Halfway across
The world her words of love found me. I felt her skinny
Loving fingers upon my chest, and for a breath I was home.
Then the men came for me, with guns and shovels.
A moment later I was face down in the earth, boot and steel barrel
Pressing hard against the back of my head, I could
Taste the soil in my mouth as he pressed his boot deeper
Into my skull. All of existence was watching from stone eyes.
The grave was alive, more alive than any of us. I was not afraid.
Yet, in that, my final moment, all I could think about was you,
Dear Muse, and the kissing, and the apartment, and the fire
That night on the living room couch. It was you that I longed for.
As the two men laughed and promised a slow death, I was gone.
I was visiting the park, and the trails. I was standing under the bridge along
The river holding you. I was in the apartment of the cafe surrounded
By candles tasting you, I was in my basement loving you.
And then, my Muse, my Mistress Muse, I tasted 400 stolen kisses,
I felt your hands, and fingers, and lips, and mouth, and tongue loving my
Body. Suddenly I felt the end was approaching, Death stole across
The trees and shadows, licking her lips, to make ready for our kiss.
I heard your voice calling to me from Someday. I heard it plainly and loudly
Echoing through the city of the dead, blowing over me from some place in
The future. I heard you call me to come home. Not to Someday, but home
To your arms, to that place my body aches to be and my soul takes refuge.
Even Death heard you and stopped. I could see her beautiful eyes glowing
In the darkness. Time seemed to slow down. Life came to me as breaths,
Each full of power. The earth, and the wind, and invisible ones from time
Past came to my aid. I did not see them, but I felt them.
The men shook violently in fear. They knew that Heaven and Earth, and
Life and Death, and Past and Future had come to me. They heard the voices that came in the wind, they saw the shadows that
Walked And the darkness, coming for me. And they ran for fear.
I think I was supposed to die tonight.
But, my Muse, I am coming home.
