In the houses of the Gods

Mystery and luxury reign.

The storm gathers

To wipe their faces clean.

Shooting stars

Shield her from the

Pain of mortal thoughts.

After the sunset

On the battlefield

Of malice’s dream

Troy’s mysterious queen

Is kissed by the winter sun.

A trophy of shining beauty

A face of lustful glory.

Riding the lightening.

Idolised dreams cling to her skin.

Save her from

The awakening of the cold.

In a world with

Walls of broken glass

Helen’s tears are taboo.

Waxes and wanes
with the turn of the tide
Warrior Princess
no man's bride

I’m going to take you there some day

Will you walk with me?

Will you take my hand and feel the echo of the Earth in my blood?

Maybe when you sit with me upon the granite mountain

You will see.

Maybe when you dip your flesh in the cool water and feel the river sand

between your toes

You will see.

Maybe when you watch the moon rise blood red and swollen

You will see.

Maybe when you hear the soft voice of the earth as it rustles through the branches of the trees

You will see.

Maybe when you feel the leaves crunch and crackle beneath the beat of your feet

You will see.

Maybe when you touch your heart to the stone and feel the pulse of life

You will see.

Maybe when the sun kisses your face and the sounds of the night lull you to sleep

You will see.

Maybe when I show you ancient beauty and power perfected