Execution of my reason began

Before the house lights fell

Intoxication of sanity, creeping

Prelude to the spell

Faceless forms approach the stage

As spotlights pierce the mist

Naked in the crowd, I fear

I am not prepared for this

The executioner draws his axe

Palm pressed against the neck

Strings bow in thrall to the Master

Whose touch commands respect

Demanding no less than perfection

The opposing hand strikes & provokes

Forging life from the inanimate

With the magick he invokes

Passion projected from soul to sound

Power felt as well as heard

And I cry in recognition of things

For which there are no words

The Prophet speaks in minor keys

Like the dirge of a martyr

Embracing death rather than renounce

His faith for that of another

Truth penetrates all matter

As I'm raped by the divine

Leaving me impregnated

With what I'd fear I'd find