Gone Mad To Heather Poem by Johnny Noir

Is this the will of the wise witch fate?
Decreed by silent monsters
Who shall be nameless in the depths?
Or the eyes of scarlet roses playing
In the land of Ashlyne—
Who does pity the tears of Mars?
That sole good god left on the bank
That dare pick up his sword
To strike the flaming lake—
Where all is blonde madness now
Lost in screaming midnight’s dour age—
Come see what the girl has brought
A circle of corn for the grandmaster of hate
I have come and heather is beside me
With no chance that we will soon be parted
As all the gods whom we’ve buried rise
And protect us from nature’s harsh bounty—

This is the land of the country squire,
Chief shareholder in corporate America
God given country, land of death and taxes
Home to heather and wheat, corn and tobacco—
This is my home too. Damn it, and yours—
Ask her when the crops will yield to the moon,
Goddess Luna dreaming
Of fish in golden streams—
Today time walked away and left us immortal—
You golden goddess, transient forever
We are spellbound by your lore.
This is your mother dreaming
American cities of rape and exposure
Given capital to succeed whatever their endeavors—
The animus of America gone to heather
Damned by god in his heaven—
Blessed by Jesus Christ his son—
That girl is my dreamboat
Rocking my dreams forever—
God in his heaven couldn’t do better—

Mother return to me
Eaten by the golden snake of the sun
I am your dog, bitten by fleas—
Hounded by worms—
Lover of mange—
She is all I dream of—
Lone soldier on the battlefield—
Lone virgin—
The apocalypse rumbling on
Into golden infinite perchances
The devil's waiting to meet his own
On the other side of his reflection—
Green gardens await you there
In the land of blondes—
You will be happy forever if you stay there
Will you be the one to savor her passion?
Yes, goddamn it, yes!