High above the hall of this cravenness place

Lies a small boy with a disfigured face

He hides in the sky not that far form space

He looks to the stars to see the Majesty & Grace

Down in the streets he decides to make haste



He stops…
closes his eyes…



He Wonders about his family snug deep within slumber

But then they came and he was torn a sunder.



‘Monstrosity’ ‘Heathen’ words backend from the crowd

All gathered to kill him, all looked so proud

He looks so scared terrified in this blunder

He looks to the stars and sees a scream of thunder



He opens his eyes he’s down in the streets looking around as if nothing had happened


A dream of memories of how he was taken in by the old lady of Paris



He shuts his shuddering eyes to think once more

He looks to the sky then he hears a thunderous roar

The clash of lightning

Oh it looked so frightening



The Lightning struck the old lady of Paris, her voice echoed thought her self & the crowed
emanating the power of her mace



A man stood at her steps with such Power and Grace

The smell of roses ushered thro the place

The Man bellowed in a calm & gentle way.



Let the Innocent Child from the month of may

Be given the Grace to tend to the Lady’



The terrified child looked down in disgrace

As the bells rang from almost in space


'Malice i see, look untowards the eyes of
Alice'

the old man said whith not a hint of Callas

He opend his eye it was lightning & Thunder...
He thinks
He wonder...