Take me from this maelstrom.
I am a prisoner of mirrors.
Aoede!
Aoede!
Again I summon you;
Bleed out my demons,
To water your grave,
Perchance to sow a melody.
Aoede!
Indemnify me!
Conquer my mouth;
eward your devotees.
“If words be breath
And life be breath”
Speak!
Speak!
Your ghost unnerves me,
Though you’ve always been a ghost to me.
But oh if it only spoke,
Lest the words nurse me.
Aoede!
Console me!
Bleed out the words within me,
Reward those who pray.