In Spirit, I marry the wind and the earth
my flame savors both, what it is worth
and the water mirroring shimmering jewels
the only desire in those dark hidden pools

so shallow,
pools saw my smiling face
not the wild bearess without consoleo’s grace
a docile mother, you sprayed her den with cheap mace,
she stands fifty feet tall, she’s ahead in the race

(My ash is quite salty, and your logic so faulty)

“Let everyone talk until they pour it all out”
Your conman dreams you told me about
So I confessed to a Christian that’s less than devout
The ostrich retreats to count coinage and pout?

I scried and taroted and mustered in ruin
To see your world topple
As I stepped off my broom

Justice, the Wheel of Fortune, the Tower
This might even be my finest blessed hour.

Not for perfection, but for my intent.
Worth more than all the wergild you spent.

Briggands, vessels, mortor and blade
The unsought loot for the blood price I paid

You blundered into the neck of my river
So i cast a strong curse with fresh cowbird liver

There’s nothing to say, nowhere to run
The last of your orb-weaver web has been spun

I’ll tie the last knot from my sinewy rope
Robber baron is weak, he can’t hope to cope

I cast your name into the belly of fire
And raised the north winds to blow truth even higher
I petitioned the stars to help co-conspire
for the Lady with scales to sing at your pyre

Call her a snake! You’re the Adder by name.
You rattled the croft, noone else is to blame

You dragged your team down when you bartered the devil
A phoenix that sores does not stoop to your level

You laughed with your shovel, dared your own capture
“My god is nature” – well even nature knows Rapture…