On Myth, for El Rey de Peras

Jezebel's Side

I never asked you to come here
who laid down in homage to the night
who suffered the sweet enjoyment of it
out of claim it was your right

Who built high the alters of sleep
upon the incense of my dreams
who named your darkest habits
stifling the nightmare of my screams

Who tried to call it mercy
when I fell finally to the hell
of the fears that I'd kept heaven-sent
while you rang your mission bell

I never asked you to come here
for I knew of the great trespass
the dismantled pieces in my own hands
that would never be let to rest

For had I--when I finally did
let down the wall to my guarded, sacred ruins
I knew you'd lead me here
to leave me, to climb out on my own

And yes, while it is true
that we who consecrate this dance
memorize our steps by night
and love to name it fate, or chance

But you, as you set down
upon your high-backed, risen throne
though this destined disaster
may well have been my own

Remember, I asked you never to come here
but what true choice had I in the matter
take no gratuity in your righteous calling, man
for hell-sent is heaven's ladder