Father Shall Protect

Just an orifice at first,

I feel queer at first,

Then comes to fore lust,

Combined with insatiable thirst.

I know not what to do,

Except tell father, “Not much ado,”

But can I deceive the paternal

Who knows my truth eternal?

Then opened up the eye,

My throat soon ran dry,

As I stared unto a dream,

My paths no longer agleam.

“Father, O Father, what is this ruse?

Why innocent souls does evil choose?

To show us beauty down under

And split body and soul asunder.”

I saw her play the flute,

Her maid caress the lute,

Music emanated and penetrated

The mind felt annihilated;

For the tunes relayed sorrow, not,

Neither did they sing fury hot,

Instead through the winds were carried

Premonitory tunes of Fear harried.

For centuries Fear wailed a symphony

So wild, one said ‘twas dark melody,

Melancholic, painful and eerie,

So rose my haunted reverie.

Past the illusions, I turned to Lust,

“Take me hence ‘fore thou rust,”

And through seas of vivacious harridans,

Lust carried me to blissful gardens.

“I have saved thee, son,

Now await the rising sun,”

Said Lust and changed form,

Stood Father with a frown worn.