“Hail My ladies return!
I can hold her to my chest once more!
Hold up with pride this woman of all my affections,
Cast the mask of loneliness to the floor for now I wear my true face:
Stand next to me in silent contentedness,
For this true young lady is my Goddess
This Goddess is you!
“An angel without wings,
Of beauty and paleness the moon has crowned,
Opened my heart and hands to your throne,
And together we shall walk through the world.”
And alone I think of those past words I said,
Alone I brave this world now through winds of demise,
Walking now, cloaked and protected from the Sun,
I walk my path with a mask of ugliness
Covering my once fair face.