I am not food
for the wolf-goddess
for I bathe in Light

(Temple of the holy-
ghost)

Rise up Like King-
Jesus

Disciples of the son
(those who don't know
the poetry of their own
souls

Dreams written on coffee cups
love prayers of the young and
wild

One daughter of the moon confessed
to me her dreams

The other her nightmares

The one of dreams I gave to the hand of
Romulas

The one of nightmares suffered her fate
with Remus

Long live the Republic and its
fiery Legions

Soldiers, Soldiers
each of us

knights guarding the Temple