Epiphany 1979.
Epiphany 1979
I had a need to be freed.
I danced the dance of souls.
Mephistopheles held me close
as he carried me to that final dose.
Faust waited upon craven chair
as we waltzed within his lair.
We danced upon the steps
whirling and burning steps.
Mephisto hovered overhead
as we descended,
Steps hacked from obsidian
We passed through lifes ages.
As we danced with death
we passed Robert Johnson
skipping up, the blues flying
From a reborn guitar.
We fell through life
a first level all must walk.
Roberts soul safe within
Fausts hessian sack.
We flew down to level seven.
It was far from any heaven.
But a beautiful woman
came and took me.
Set me free.
We flew to a new land.
It had words and poetry,
Bohemians and wordery.
And I gave away the punches
And bestiary.
Although I paid a price.
New friends, I had to sack
old friends and I became
a betrayer and sell out.
That was my biggest clout.
Paying for freedom.