Oriri et cadere et resurgere

I am the lost magic of the ages,

Seeing it fall…, rise, 

then fall again,

I am the mist in the mountains,

Silent whisper in the night…,

Owl who thought

it might,

Then again I am your mystery,

The thunder clap in the desert,

Secrets left and right,

I am the fight…,

In your mind, 

Your heart racing…,

“Will I? Will I not?”

Soon that plot will backfire,

Like all great myths of old,

“You are just too damn bold”,

Let me hold your truth to the light,

Face of a monstrous goddess,

You tremble in awe

of your beauty,

You gorgeous rise and fall

then rise again.