"Dear Kathleen"

Never pretty enough
Never pretty enough
Never good enough

Dear Kathleen
Face as round as a pie
Oh Kathleen
Why did our love die?

Kathleen was a homely child
Hair as black as ink
to look at her as a girl
you would never think

She would rise to power
Win worship in the eyes of the machine
but she always wore appropriate boots
and kept her numbers clean

The boys made fun of her
said she was a witch
But I knew a little better
that underneath the bitch
was another sort of woman

I kept believing I would get to her someday
but there was something I did not realize
and now all that I can say is

Dear Kathleen
Face as round as a pie
Oh Kathleen
Why did our love die?

Through the forest of Eden
run Cerrunos
Ceridwin is after you

and pities not your cries
and slakes not your hunger
for the Goddess is here
where the hunted become the hunter

Thirteen wild women
beneath the full moon
drunk on herbs and wine

for the mother did decide
on blood retribution
Yours is to run and die
that's your contribution

Six pretty boys
each with a mask
painted white

Do the dance of
the effeminate
here tonight

Nine musclemen
that carry an axe
gleaming steel

Whipped by the dwarves
until they bleed
around the wheel

High on a throne the Goddess sits
carressing the statue of a crimson dove
On one side of her a crone she knits
the future that none may know of

Twelve virgins dance naked
in this room without walls
Then all is still the mist rolls in
and the high priest eunuch calls

"The old ones are here tonight
Prepare your vision for the sight
Let nothing now be delayed
For She who must be obeyed"

From the sky the stars fled
The moon grew dark and hid her head
in a shroud of cloud

Torches bright extinguished
A torus of light, so round and red
came forth from the earth

Two men tall was it wide
and in the ring, there inside
grew a shaft of light, swirling,
a rainbow spiral twirling

And then,, and then,
(May the God who is all gods silence me
if I speak untrue)

A little girl appeared
She was not human

She was a weird
dressed in black
with red ribbons
in her hair

Not dark was she
Nor was she fair
But she did to each of us then appear
as they would like

She looked once around
and began to speak

"Let these men have their way
Pay no attention to what they say
It is I whom all must obey
It is I whom all must obey"

and in a moment all had gone away

The Queen clapped her hands
On a stretcher they brought the god in
Lying as one dead
Laurel leaf around his head
and this is what she said

"Poor Peter Pan thought he was a man
Who could also enjoy being a boy

Sans respect for his mother
without consort or wife
Now, like many another
he has paid with his life"

A pitiful moan did from the throng arise
One by one stars returned to the skies

They left the god there
and he's there to this day
His skin is long gone
Eaten away by decay
and the pile of bones
seems only to say

"Heed well the old story they tell
or this is the price you will pay"

Dear Kathleen
Face as round as a pie
Oh Kathleen
Why did our love die?

Scented Pine knotted Oak
Mist of water and of smoke
Earth consumes the good and bad
be you happy or be you sad

Beyond the north wind
in the land of burning hunger
nothing is as terrible
as a thwarted womans anger

Katheleen was her name
Revenge was her game
Long long ago or now
still it's all the same

Infinite is her domain
and her victims without number
Pleasent dreams my friend
Think of me as you slumber

Dear Kathleen
Face as round as a pie
Oh Kathleen
Why did our love die?