If thirteen moons danced in my heart,
I would rend the worlds apart
With laughing talons and wild god's eyes
Beaming with the Thirteen skies
Where the Great Bear roves the northern clime,
What a thrill of vibrant time
Would still me if that sweet Thirteen
Shone where once hear sevea had been
What a thrill, Euclidian joy,
A portrait in the stars
If Thirteen Great Bears waged
Dicing up to shards
Orion's Thirteen swords
Kali's Thirteen breasts,
Casting into the void
The will that never rests.
If Thirteen seasons east their ire
Where four had burned a lesser fire
Winter's sleep would dream anew
While Thirteen moons the death-time through
Tilted toward that loving glow
Of Jupiter's Thirteen moons below
The weight of Chrono's Thirteen hands
Wielding the time in Thirteen sands.
What a thrill, Euclidian joy,
A portrait in the stars
If Thirteen hearts of mine did beat
Pulsing way afar
Blood and honour would scream anew
Like Thirteen diamonds wrought
By Thirteen minds of God -
Such life! Elysium sought!
I think I'd like this way...
I think I'd like this way...
