Nev Ankh

NEV ANKH

Oh! What wonders beneath thy fingers lie;
Though, closer to thine mind than imagined;
For, thou keeps thine ear firmly pressed
Against thy worlds warm breast each night;
Yet, it seems, Ye never contemplated
What resides in my keeper of life.

Living rivers, which burrow through
The crust mercifully caging thine's soul,
Compeled by divine right of love and woe,
Doth give of themselves unselfishly
Mysterious winds of tranquility.

Though of immaculate light imbued,
Gaity and grace, aswell, be it construed,
Thus, to Thee, be givin infinity;
My demi-god whom, from this bosom, beckons,
Bestowed upon thee from the heavens.

As the penitant man kneels before God,
so must I conceed my soul to thee;
Thus, no longer must ye live with strife,
For, though doth posess my keeper of life.