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My dreams were of the dire Queen
I had allowed her reign over me, callousing my heart,
She was inside me, laughing
Having crawled in
My walls closing, as she filled my soul
We were one, yes for a time, one
Till the dozy drowse of new awakening, 
Chastised me softly into a new day
Perplexed, though resolved and calm,
I recalled amorous whispers in the dark
It was from beside me,
Not from a seething dragon's tongue,
Yet surely the devil I had come to know,
His voice like oiled silk in pensive glow,
"Adore me just a little longer..."

His words rang with a deathly beguiling tune
It seemed that there was sorrow on the tongue
A sorrow most attractive, a sorrow
With an olden blend of hunger and malice...

I awoke to see he had moved 
Far from the steamy opening, 
Further down he had inched his way toward where I lay...
I heard no demon, nor Death's dark thrum, 
Nor Hades' incessant circling in the dirt 
I heard only my breaths and his own

He was in the form I had met him in—
Raging reptilian eyes opal in shine, and woody in age
Protruding and strong, ivory teeth, 
Vociferous in bite, he had history there
Shining like unashamed treasures 
Escaping from his mouth to feel the air
His narrow head, craned to watch me
A stout face befitting for a deity of agony
An expression of pride and of beauty superfluous
I traced it with my eyes, held it to the light
  
Deep laughter escaped his angry lips
In the air of hatred that one feels
Like the shock of prophesied storms, 
He was filled with strange and sudden joy
In his Prison of Plot
Was I but his toy?

“You cannot see good where it does not reside,
So how can you be so sure of your own purity, 
In the temporary dwellings of my filth? 
I have seen your dreams, breathed them
I wish for your reality to now wake
Just as your fears seem to have nerve
I know it there, oh Love,
Your fire needs the winds of my desire.”

I sighed, standing from the waters,
Walking onto the shore of muck
To stand before him, dripping with light
“Dreams and nightmares shall not crush me, Devil
Nor have they today but reinforced me,
Your Lady Darkness has shed me some new understanding,  
Strangely, has shed some light on a personal, hidden truth
That I have not yet thought of till today…
See, I awoke, dear Prince, 
Without fear of losing myself, 
I awoke realizing my weaknesses…
Why God has brought me here
It all makes sense now why I love you! 
It all makes sense now how I must grow.”

He waited for me to speak, colored perplexed
He wished to understand, then to prey, plot,
And then swallow
Yet I continued, 
Knowing his evil friend within awaited

“When I died, 
I was young and unafraid of my fate,
I faced death with the courage near to Christ,
And said goodbye to Life 
As one would to a friend they know they would see again soon
Oh how I loved life,
With all of my little, ingenuous heart, 
Yet I gave it up,
Young and fruitful
I was not like my grandfather
To fall in the midst of war and pain
Nor my father, wise, well read, and sensible 
Living a long and healthy life
Though in the shadows of grief and loss
I fell to the poisons, as you know, 
Closed my eyes and let the disease
Take me to the resurrection
To the Millennium,
And ultimately, 
As was planned, to you…”

He rested his hands in mine outstretched, 
Holding them softly
Waiting for my point to be made

“I was faithful to the end, 
But my development was prematurely halted
God had planned instead a righteous growth
Beyond human strength to endure
After I had conquered mortality’s last breath
I was faithful, 
I was loving, 
But I was still naïve,
To the Lord’s liking
But He saw depth and he saw a chance for destruction
As, on my death bed, I wrote to you
My humble questions and my rightful thoughts
And God saw no evil intentions in my ink,
But a searching heart needing clear answers…
He meant for me to grow out of the naivety
To complete my aptitudes,
So that I would come willingly to heal,
With tried honor and knowledge approved..

When Lady Darkness spoke to me the other day,
She helped me realize that my naivety is very much alive
My thirst, childlike, still shines
My need to save, fervent and impelling
She, disguised as a reconciling demon, 
Poured honey on my heartstrings,
She tested my love for her cruel purpose
In that moment, your lying Lady played her feminine evils
Near to my harmonies, 
Our soprano voices in blasphemous blend
Adding her distinctive tunes so tempting to trace,
So tempting to reproduce…
God allowed the disease to take me
So that my hope,
My naivety thrived,
A weakness, and a gift, 
Both growing and strengthening now,
Here
Tried and trusted,
With you.”

Note: part 1 and 2 of this section of the epic are meant to be unified
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