I met you on a cold winter’s night.
It was love at first sight, so soft and white.
You were a tantalizing seductress of fantasy.
Your first kiss brought me warmth and comfort 
in the dying of the light.
But the effects of your love had a secret source,
A spring of toxin glimmering with deception.
Eyes glazed in the dimness of death,
Blind to the essence of your embrace,
To your lullaby like Lorelei, 
I stumbled along that rocky cliff.
Forsaking family, friends and foes,
I walked alone in the woods so wild, 
lost in lies.
I was beaten, broke and bound.
Was I dead or alive, confusion to reality?
But then I heard a sound, 
A rhythmic percussion.
Was it a concussion in my head?
Was it the beating of a soldier’s heart?
Was it a call to arms on the drum of battle?
Was it the striking of the smith’s hammer,
The forging of a warrior’s weapon?
Awakened I am by the clash of thunder.
Envisioned I am by the storm of lightening.
I vomit up the vile of your poison from the core of me.
Emerge I will from this forest of futility,
Returning to reality an instrument of mythology,
Never again subject to your fallacy.