Be thou truest and most blessèd to… Art thou an angel of God’s deligh… To whenst hast thou heart fall? Thy heart recline upon thou sweet… Of speech,

A rapier A sword A blade What can take away my pain? I cannot hear another no

“And Cain talked with Abel his br… I am called many names: Murderer, Evil, Killer,

In a room where roach crawls A silence befalls People stand apart No sound– no bird calls The room– a former dance hall

The landscape of God Surrounds me Yet you hold My gaze– His finest masterpiece.

Oh Death how shall i entertain Thee? When Thou’st gives me company. All because of

The head of a buck Mounted on the wall A trophy of denial Of the Hunter’s same Ultimate demise.

In the early spring, On Saint David’s Day, A young babe boy was born. Born to a loving mother Born to a loving father

Beautiful woman Flawless and pure Full bosoms, Fertile womb. Elegant and kind

Oh she who hath remarkable beauty Fair skin and enchanting eyes Oh the melody thou tongue confess Oh the gentleness of thou touch Great is her eternal beauty–

Majestic and unique; Special and pure; Abstract and distinct; The Unicorn with its lure. The Unicorn is hunted;

My heart is verbose– Incapable to compose. Oh my tongue– articulate the right words, I cannot formulat… Mouth– sing her a melodious song

You glimmer like the Sunbeams dancing on the dew In the early morn’.

Fathers say Love Is an illness A ravaging fear Contagious and Uncontrollable