XXII

I shall have a silver ring,

Once you’re crowned,

By your inner rose;

One day can be such a century,

If you remain in the dark;

As well as one minute could be an eternity,

If you go blind towards the green light;

A damsel’s trust is gained,

By showing off white deeds,

Just like my flesh is cleansed,

By acknowledging my red tears;

In which I read such a Kore’s Gospel,

To protect the Chalice whereas,

Life itself is contained;

To be transformed into a Pontifex,

I first require to become a shadow,

Whereas Day &Night provide,

The truth,

Crawling,

Inside of us;

To seal the Maenads’ manuscript,

My body needs to be immersed,

In the yellow lake,

A well as my mouth must taste,

Some honey,

Which’s been kept,

In the cave,

For I’ll always bring the right scale,

To measure the shekels,

That have been such a treasure,

To acquire lemons,

So I’ll never die until building a Temple,

Whereas I’ll set a pink Ark,

In the cold statue’s heart.