|Black & White|
|Perspectives & Perceptions|
|Analogies & Correspondences|
Bless me with a touch of divine grace,
That I would stand steadfast your champion.
My battle-cry would echo across nations,
Ten-million and more would fall,
At the wave of your gentle hand.
Your whim be my will,
Your love be my power,
To turn towers aside,
To bring colossi to their knees.
My blood for your glory,
My hand forever steady to your order,
And in your repose
Will lay my wake.
All for you.
For a touch of divine grace.