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Once long ago,
Many Life times Long since pasted;
Odin Him self cursed me,
For wanting to know so much,
giving me knowledge, I now wish I never had.
Thus Making me The first Bard,
Forced only to wander, and share What I know
Through Song, and Poem,
In other ways,
So that no one mite take my words as truth,
And as time ran along,
and The believers Of the All father,
Began to die, And the tales when unsung,
For my Line allowed itself to die.
And Thus, My curse slowly faded,
So now I can only share;
My knowledge of the words beyond
In these ways, But my Voice has taken my Loki
So now I am a voiceless song bird
Sorrowful wishing to return too what I once was

But Ra Has allowed me to rise, From those Ashes
As A Mortal Phoenix, Always Fleeing the hands of Set
But trapped always Just inside his Jaws.
This was the Price of Ra Gifts.
But He also said Once Set Lay dead for his crime
I'd Be free, once more.

So I begged Aries to slay the Snake and set me free of his darkness
but asking a favor of Aries, always has its prices.
And Now I am his humble Warrior,
fighting pointless battles for his enjoyment, and Blessings.
So my plooms are now stained
with the blood and tears, of so many lovers, and fighters.
For Venus, Called my service.
And What Man, whose vein run hot, can fight her call?
So she doomed me too love,
but never have my lover at my side for all my eternity,
But merely in fleeting moments, and glances.
As Forced to Doubt the Truth of her feelings...
For that his her curse as well, And So I now share it.
As well as her Blessings. Which for all I am Great full.

Ah my sweet Damnation, Filled with curses,
And broken Hearts,
that Ride the Endless Sea of tears,
seems that fill my Place this endless Abyss.
We mortals call home.

Where I Rise and Fall
Surrounded By those who use me,
My sisters The Succubi,
And my Brothers The Incubi,
For they see me as a lesser,
Born for there sick Pleasure.
They watch as.
I take Own Twisted Joy,
from those weak souls to fall into my path,

and as I mourn in grief for what I have done.
For all the broken hearts I crushed to dust,
I wish I could repay those people in tears.
So I let my sisters take it from me in blood.
Too Easy my pain, In the Joy their Sinful Embrace.

As Our Cousins the Fae,
Beg me to Stop my Mourning,
and free myself From My thoughts of Sin.
For they say those I've warmed,
where Warmed by the Fates,
And Not I,
for they forced them into my path.
And I did not Seek them out,
nor did I ask for there love.

That is the blessing Of Venus in away.
I could find Love anywhere I made choice to look,
but I have chosen one, That Is so Far away.
So the wander with in my heart awakens again,
and begs me to go to her,
And so I shall, Even If I Must find that The love I wish is merely a another Game,
But yet another one of my Sisters in Of the Shimmering Abyss,
For even with my eyes, I am Blind.

So now you know of my curses,
and my blessing, in the damnation,
that I my self have taken upon myself,
and that was granted unto me by the gods above.
But This Could also be the rantings of a mad man,
So which do you believe?
That I speak Truth?
Or that this is a ramblings of just another Lost soul, who's gone mad along his way?