By James A. Gower ©

April 26,2003

Never knowing why,why this mark was placed on me;

Never showing,affraid of what they would see in me.

Always the feeling of never fitting in;

All this bestowed in the name of sin.

She a proud one, holyer than thou;

Bowing there before him like a submissive sow.

Placed he did his wicked seed and left it there to grow;

She kept it quiet from all you see never let them know.

For deep in her was what was to be a healer of the earth;

One to take up the clay and learn of herb and hearth.

Kept the secret till her dieing day secrets best left untold;

But there was one who knew but kept his peace so bold.

One who was there like a father his son to teach so well;

So one day he would have revenge and send the betrayer to hell.

And now the truth is out and oh the heavens quake;

For from the wee one has grown a man and now the fondations shake.

For now the jig is up and he shall tell his tale;

And call the name that she did once and face him male to male.

Abaddon he cried bring your chain for i will bind;

You to this earth as you did satans mind.

I'll make a pit and bury you and all your wicked soul;

And free I'll be to walk this land when ore your bones I'll stroll.

Fear thee nay I shall not shake or tear;

For this day I shall never show you fear.

Now I have said my peace and know my blood line;

I will do whats right and give forgiveness devine.

So know you now to whom she did call ;

And know to well what happens when angels fall.