Born into a world

Filled with the Spirit

of Hope, watching over

You like a motherly angel

 

Covering you with its wings

But, then the mask of an angel

Sweeps you up 

And you are isolated, alone

 

The guests have been invited

For the lovely banquet

That you have dilligently prepared

But alone are you, as they

Are too busy getting married,

Checking out their property, to care 

 

The Count, arrayed in his riches

Sweeps you off your feet,

As you beg to come back down to the ground,

But the marriage is arranged

And 7 years of servitude

Are what you have to serve

 

With whips on your back

As you labor and toil,

But then, tired of the bondage of chains

You escape from slavery

 

Becoming your own master,

Yet still enslaved by

The masked angel

 

Then Love finally knocks

At the foot of your door

But you're afraid to answer

For the fear of the master

Consumes your brain

 

So, like Moses, 

Love whips that wicked slave driver,

And buries him in the sand, 

And together you both flee, becoming

Zipporah

 

And the Spirit of Hope

Returns once more, 

And it rides the donkey of peace,

Bringing you wonderous gifts

 

You accept them, 

But with the masked angel

Looming over you,

You don't know what to do,

Once you take them in

 

The child growing into

A demon-in-training

You shield with your might

From the flaming arrows

But up from behind

He shoots flaming arrows at 

Your back, and he laughs

 

Now births the chaos

With the masked angel

On your side

 

So you drink,

And you drink,

Because the wine knew how to

Nurture you with its nursing arms

Better than the mother

That fed you

 

By the spirit of Hope

Your desires to mother the sick

Are planted in the garden

But it's this masked angel

 

Who uproots it from the garden

Burning it, as though it was

A fruitless weed

So your hands no longer want to

Plant trees, but cut them down

 

Then Love takes his last breath,

And the masked angel, who had

Shielded you from Love

Grieves with you, stating

"I was only trying to protect you!"

 

You try to rekindle the flame

But the wax has melted away

So you drink, 

And you drink, because poor Love

Was uprooted from your garden

 

Now you're looking for

The melted candle,

But he is nowhere to be found

 

So you lie in bed,

Trying to fall asleep

But the masked angel

Desires to torment your

Wounded child

 

So the Spirit of Hope

Appears, wrestles with

The masked angel,

Until he lies unconscious

And the Spirit of Hope

Claims back what was His

 

So into the afterlife

You are set free to

And the melted candle

And Love, are reunited

With your presence

 

But the masked angel

Wakes up from his stupor

And as you look back,

Tries to turn you into

A pillar of salt

 

But the Spirit of Hope

Draws out His sword

Cuts the masked angel's head off

And you are finally able

To look forward,

To live the name you were given:

Joy