To the Memory of Madonna Adelisa ( Mona
Lisa ).
I know of Lyss the secret deep
that in Sumeria first began,
as told us by that worthy fellow
of Templars-in-Hiding the Great Chief,
Sir Laurence Gardner yes
I exactly mean,
that secret yes, which
in Sumeria born was
even long before
the Scriptures were foretold
to tell the World of
that incredible descendant
Jesus
who of her blood was,
who in Bethlehem
was yet to be born,
and this is simply that,
of the Fleur-de-Lis she is
the living icon or the reverse.
It all began with
sacred, worthy and noble deeds
which of humanity's the soul and mind
to God lifted on high.
Inspiration was it later-on
called generally
and the Greeks the Muses called
in fact to inspiration draw
from on high
down to humankind,
yes the sacred goddesses
who like Lyss
my mind and heart
herein even now inspires.
Oh Lyss oh Lyss,
how fatefull is this gift
that Thou, the eternal woman dispenses
to mortal minds and souls
that neverafter
rest and peace find,
drugged and dependent
on thy Grace
that never ceases them to tease.
Perhaps one day,
in this debased, ours,
Era of Garbage and Manure, foul
the full long tale I shall tell
that such a vast array
of bygone deeds it did inspire
of beauty, TRUST, truth and valour strong.
Now retire I must perforce,
since Thy gift is
like an arrow that
my heart does pierce
with longings
and the desire of Thee,
which unbearably,
a mortal such as I
to rest drive does,
to restorative sleep,
and the addicted, addictive
dreams of Thee
oh my liege Queen.
Requiem.