Dismembered

rip out the roots and take the soil prisoner
break the back of the young and fertile earth
take a weapon as a gift of mortal power
sublime replica timid in dull holy shine
what other ways are there of putting down
or taking up the arms of destiny

growl from the deep emerging from the last
and first, betrothed to his fairy guardians
ranger of the faith beckoning under the hill

elven fear is dramatic and impassioned,
taking in steely greaves touching not the soil
fright in frantic riding out of alien woods
lost to the conquest of the once unknown

measured fate seized by the glove of the stars
chaotic lies hidden by the necklace of the moon
halved desire claimed by the ring of the sun

divine fiction tied by the string of dawn
angel mystery hidden by the hair of the wind

simple shall the story guard in peril of riches

blood and pride forgotten in the heart forge
scattered in the throne of the exiled king

painted walls surround the silent statues
shards of glass blades in an uncalloused hand

air fell a distance past the grove under the hill
straying into the passing years
dreaming of the troubles remembered

bind me to you as the heirloom of a mortal lover
take the gun and point it to the temple of solomon