Sorrow hast harkened this darkness,
my meadow of life turned to the shadow of strife,
and worriedly I wonder why she has gone,
why would she abandon me to the darkness for her own dawn?
For I spin, spin, spin, light ever growing dim,
my molten mind, spilled at her whim,
and in the dimming light have I found my own blight,
so lost have I become, my senses so numb, a new path hast been stumbled upon,
a path without a dawn, soon to the Beast I will belong, hope now gone.
I burned, burned, burned, forever trying to learn,
the reason why she had to say goodbye,
the reason why she's gone in pursuit of her new dawn,
all while I burned, burned, burned.
Burning in the blood-red blaze, my mind a haze, bellowed forth a voice:
"Fire to the liar!
Death for your thefts!
Eternal silence for your violence!
Now burn with your kin! Burn for all of your sin!"
Here in desperation, crying a voice of exasperation, I wailed,
"To the True King I sing!
To my Lord and Savior, my favor forever yours!
Save me now as I bow low before Your Grace!"
And some silly second later I was free-falling—free-feeling even,
I felt the cool air just as I thought, "This, surely, I can no longer bear . . . ."
but at last freedom I felt, rising redeemed to a Kingdom.
And here I knelt, strange as it felt,
as I saw His face, standing near a bride laden with lace,
glowing, glowing, glowing, my heart sending blood flowing, flowing, flowing,
for she pulled back the curtain and at last I was certain,
her beauty unimaginable, her smile indescribable, her gaze inescapable.
So softly spoken, she said, "My dear, do not fear,
for no ghastly ghoul or tattered soul am I, but my dove, I am your love!"
Shaking and shuddering, I merely spoke your name,
and His name, all names the same, for his in everything,
everything and everyone.
And here He spoke, His voice cool as water to the soul,
"My child, do not be afraid, for the price was paid,
and no longer will you coil in the shadow of strife;
welcome to The Meadow of Life."