Madonna Poem by Jay Bradley

As I descend to dungeons, I am uplifted,
Though pain I feel surreal, my sound soul need not conceal,
No thirst there to bind me, no need for hearth and meal,
No guilt to hide, just the songs I've been so gifted;

Lo t'is the master's keep, she strains our eyes from sleep,
Her kiss steals the day, rise in passion rise in blame,
Though she whips our spirits, her hand a torrent flame,
My mind absolved from sin, my eyes they never weep;

Ravens and crows nest above, chiming the twelfth hour,
Snails and snakes band the stakes, so slowly burns the pyre,
My heart the flowers' sake, blooms peace and desire,
Oh mistress Madonna, may you never keep power;

I am so light, I shine upon the ancient tree;
I am so night, I shade our roots from misery.