Captive Queen, Behind The Veil Of Divinity (11)

Returning to that age of dreamy youth Reigniting integrity and truth I questioned every flower, every bird that flew So I might gleam the knowledge that they knew, That tyrant, fate, I thought to have control And that it had no grip upon my soul, That in words of beauty I could create A pageantry that would not dissipate; Words to lift the veil of divinity, Words to bring all thy queenly love to me. These words were crafted by my every breath Passion's expectation surmounting death, In this mangled forest of my life Preening only pleasure and never strife, In the bumbling weakness of my haste Bewildered by its harsh and bitter taste And every word a word resembling thee, Thy veil was lifted, behind stood only me.