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Why do I see blessings where the others see a curse?

Tangled from undressing as the dancing gods rehearse

Slumber, Oceanus, at the world’s edge, hard by night

Monstrous apparitions in the garden of delights

When you gaze upon my face

It’s as if you’ve turned to stone

Your features frozen, motionless

By that which you behold

Why do I see demons where divinity has been?

Sanctity unraveled by the ceremony’s din

Slumber does escape me til the dawning of the day

Moonlight does awaken me and beckons me away

When you gaze upon my face

It’s as if you’ve turned to stone

Your features frozen, motionless

By that which you behold

Such violent delights

Visited upon my form

I am but a vessel

I am but an effigy to burn

A drowning fawn

Far from the shore

The river runs

Along the moor

I beg for help

I plead for time

I reach for you

But nought I find

No mask shall hide

Your Janus face

You have decried

My warm embrace

A ruptured lung

A severed vein

The river bends

Its face in shame