Minos's Gate (Strings)

Minos’s Gate

When the Black Wind blows us to Minos’s Gate, coupled for eternity adrift on our fate,

How will he judge a sin of love or compare it against the darkest dove.

Are souls of mortals really to be found, escaping to falter to their own innocent destiny ?

A judge and jury in a circle of two, a sentence of coupling, a sorcerers brew.

Will regret lament of the freshest charms, that wings the toll of delicate alarms.

His is our choice and leopards our sin, fraught with stolen virtue and sealed within.

Mine is the water which when spilled as wine, drenched in senses and caroused in mind.

Yours is the blood that in me ebbs, a muted fearful attestation to this inevitability.

Broken rules made of fools

Shattered illusions crushed, promises soon departed

Parchment burned, paper signed a vow of loss, lies un-guarded

In a temple brokered in lustfulness and chicanery

The highness judge now awaits the deceit of which we started

If fortune, karma, doom or fate, now guides the Black Wind to Minos’s gate.

If judgement, verdict or conclusion collide, let us this cabalistic masters decision abide.

Alas if eternity is destined our infinity and twice the tail doth grind.

Let it be your soul in this place be, the soul that might I find.