Themes and Insights
Awakened from My Slumber
The Call to Action: Despite the desolation, the speaker finds strength in the memory of his brother, who embodies kindness and healing, prompting him to gather his weapons of truth, courage, and faith to reclaim his purpose.
The Enslavement of the Beloved: The speaker’s beloved is trapped in a cell, yearning for freedom and connection, yet surrounded by the darkness of deception and the torment of a demon that has overtaken her gardens.
The Journey of Reunion: Both characters embark on separate journeys, fueled by love and hope. They call out to each other, navigating through confusion and distraction from wicked forces that seek to lead them astray.
The Triumph of Love: The climax reveals a powerful unity as they converge, prepared to face their adversaries together. Their love serves as a source of strength and protection, promising restoration of their lives and a return to their Eden, symbolizing hope and renewal.
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Awakened from My Slumber
Awakened from my slumber
My eyes see hell around me.
Awakened from her mystery
Her chains become apparent.
I look to the field where all my comrades have fallen.
The evil one has slain them, and they gasp for power.
She looks through the dim window of her cell.
There is no Knight to restore the lost kingdom.
I hear the wailing and gnashing of men’s teeth.
Their spirit lays beside them fallen,
Their bones rival one another for favor from the warlord.
She hears the triumphant wickedness from her cell.
The demon ravages her gardens, and feasts upon her little beasts.
He roars boastfully of all he has consumed, and wears the clothing of her lover.
I cry out for my Brother, he walks amongst the ranks healing.
Ever patient, ever kind, ever blessing is the way.
His Kingdom stands, though mine has fallen.
She cries out to her heart, it beats within her still.
Ever healing, ever embracing, ever loving is the way.
Her passion lives, though her Knight is gone.
I look and see before me others risen heading to their lands.
I gather my sword; it is truth,
I gather my shield; it is courage,
I gather my horse; it is faith.
She dreams within herself and remembers the seat of all Kingdoms.
She gathers her voice; it is her spirit,
She gathers her passion; it is her clothing,
She gathers her hope; it is the heart of her love.
I look in every direction, and cannot see the path to my home.
I listen with ears for the wind to carry the message.
My brother restores my memory, and restores the power to my arm.
I shake off the clothing of the wicked master.
She opens her cell with the keys to her heart.
Shadows of men call to her flesh wearing disguises of honor.
They chase her as she flees the prison.
She shakes off the glitter of their vain gifts.
Mounted and ready my heart listens for her.
Anger of my fall is like fire in my bones.
Gladness of my awakening is like life to death.
I cry out WHERE IS MY LOVE?
Searching the villages she gathers news of her Lover.
Many say he is here, or he is there,
And those roads lead back to the prison.
She suddenly stops, is that the trumpet of her lover in the distance?
I hear a now voices in the wind, wicked warrior harlots of the evil one.
They say to me, I am here my love, I am there my love,
And their hearts lead back to death.
Suddenly I stop, are those eyes of my lover in the forest?
Now transfixed on my call she walks towards my trumpets sound.
Now transfixed on her eyes, my horse trots in her direction.
I call out again, with only a secret message.
She calls back, with the only secret answer.
Now running, she’s attacked by hoards of chasing men.
Running fast the harlots mock her.
Ever hopeful she laughs as she passes by them.
Now racing my horse breathes heavy as the men take aim to shoot it.
The harlots come in force to steer me away.
Ever hopeful I keep my eyes on my lover.
She sees the dust of my flight to her,
I see the multitudes behind her.
Together we shall meet,
Together we shall fight them all off.
In my shield shall she find protection.
Next to my body she shall hold me up.
In my presence shall she bring me water.
By my sword shall her enemies fall.
And when our foes have all been turned to dust,
I will restore my temple,
And she shall replant her gardens,
And together we shall return to our Eden.
Ryan o0o
Awakened from My Slumber
Awakened from my slumber
My eyes see hell around me.
Awakened from her mystery
Her chains become apparent.
I look to the field where all my comrades have fallen.
The evil one has slain them, and they gasp for power.
She looks through the dim window of her cell.
There is no Knight to restore the lost kingdom.
I hear the wailing and gnashing of men’s teeth.
Their spirit lays beside them fallen,
Their bones rival one another for favor from the warlord.
She hears the triumphant wickedness from her cell.
The demon ravages her gardens, and feasts upon her little beasts.
He roars boastfully of all he has consumed, and wears the clothing of her lover.
I cry out for my Brother, he walks amongst the ranks healing.
Ever patient, ever kind, ever blessing is the way.
His Kingdom stands, though mine has fallen.
She cries out to her heart, it beats within her still.
Ever healing, ever embracing, ever loving is the way.
Her passion lives, though her Knight is gone.
I look and see before me others risen heading to their lands.
I gather my sword; it is truth,
I gather my shield; it is courage,
I gather my horse; it is faith.
She dreams within herself and remembers the seat of all Kingdoms.
She gathers her voice; it is her spirit,
She gathers her passion; it is her clothing,
She gathers her hope; it is the heart of her love.
I look in every direction, and cannot see the path to my home.
I listen with ears for the wind to carry the message.
My brother restores my memory, and restores the power to my arm.
I shake off the clothing of the wicked master.
She opens her cell with the keys to her heart.
Shadows of men call to her flesh wearing disguises of honor.
They chase her as she flees the prison.
She shakes off the glitter of their vain gifts.
Mounted and ready my heart listens for her.
Anger of my fall is like fire in my bones.
Gladness of my awakening is like life to death.
I cry out WHERE IS MY LOVE?
Searching the villages she gathers news of her Lover.
Many say he is here, or he is there,
And those roads lead back to the prison.
She suddenly stops, is that the trumpet of her lover in the distance?
I hear a now voices in the wind, wicked warrior harlots of the evil one.
They say to me, I am here my love, I am there my love,
And their hearts lead back to death.
Suddenly I stop, are those eyes of my lover in the forest?
Now transfixed on my call she walks towards my trumpets sound.
Now transfixed on her eyes, my horse trots in her direction.
I call out again, with only a secret message.
She calls back, with the only secret answer.
Now running, she’s attacked by hoards of chasing men.
Running fast the harlots mock her.
Ever hopeful she laughs as she passes by them.
Now racing my horse breathes heavy as the men take aim to shoot it.
The harlots come in force to steer me away.
Ever hopeful I keep my eyes on my lover.
She sees the dust of my flight to her,
I see the multitudes behind her.
Together we shall meet,
Together we shall fight them all off.
In my shield shall she find protection.
Next to my body she shall hold me up.
In my presence shall she bring me water.
By my sword shall her enemies fall.
And when our foes have all been turned to dust,
I will restore my temple,
And she shall replant her gardens,
And together we shall return to our Eden.
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Awakened from My Slumber
The Call to Action: Despite the desolation, the speaker finds strength in the memory of his brother, who embodies kindness and healing, prompting him to gather his weapons of truth, courage, and faith to reclaim his purpose.
The Enslavement of the Beloved: The speaker’s beloved is trapped in a cell, yearning for freedom and connection, yet surrounded by the darkness of deception and the torment of a demon that has overtaken her gardens.
The Journey of Reunion: Both characters embark on separate journeys, fueled by love and hope. They call out to each other, navigating through confusion and distraction from wicked forces that seek to lead them astray.
The Triumph of Love: The climax reveals a powerful unity as they converge, prepared to face their adversaries together. Their love serves as a source of strength and protection, promising restoration of their lives and a return to their Eden, symbolizing hope and renewal.
Awakened from My Slumber
Awakened from my slumber
My eyes see hell around me.
Awakened from her mystery
Her chains become apparent.
I look to the field where all my comrades have fallen.
The evil one has slain them, and they gasp for power.
She looks through the dim window of her cell.
There is no Knight to restore the lost kingdom.
I hear the wailing and gnashing of men’s teeth.
Their spirit lays beside them fallen,
Their bones rival one another for favor from the warlord.
She hears the triumphant wickedness from her cell.
The demon ravages her gardens, and feasts upon her little beasts.
He roars boastfully of all he has consumed, and wears the clothing of her lover.
I cry out for my Brother, he walks amongst the ranks healing.
Ever patient, ever kind, ever blessing is the way.
His Kingdom stands, though mine has fallen.
She cries out to her heart, it beats within her still.
Ever healing, ever embracing, ever loving is the way.
Her passion lives, though her Knight is gone.
I look and see before me others risen heading to their lands.
I gather my sword; it is truth,
I gather my shield; it is courage,
I gather my horse; it is faith.
She dreams within herself and remembers the seat of all Kingdoms.
She gathers her voice; it is her spirit,
She gathers her passion; it is her clothing,
She gathers her hope; it is the heart of her love.
I look in every direction, and cannot see the path to my home.
I listen with ears for the wind to carry the message.
My brother restores my memory, and restores the power to my arm.
I shake off the clothing of the wicked master.
She opens her cell with the keys to her heart.
Shadows of men call to her flesh wearing disguises of honor.
They chase her as she flees the prison.
She shakes off the glitter of their vain gifts.
Mounted and ready my heart listens for her.
Anger of my fall is like fire in my bones.
Gladness of my awakening is like life to death.
I cry out WHERE IS MY LOVE?
Searching the villages she gathers news of her Lover.
Many say he is here, or he is there,
And those roads lead back to the prison.
She suddenly stops, is that the trumpet of her lover in the distance?
I hear a now voices in the wind, wicked warrior harlots of the evil one.
They say to me, I am here my love, I am there my love,
And their hearts lead back to death.
Suddenly I stop, are those eyes of my lover in the forest?
Now transfixed on my call she walks towards my trumpets sound.
Now transfixed on her eyes, my horse trots in her direction.
I call out again, with only a secret message.
She calls back, with the only secret answer.
Now running, she’s attacked by hoards of chasing men.
Running fast the harlots mock her.
Ever hopeful she laughs as she passes by them.
Now racing my horse breathes heavy as the men take aim to shoot it.
The harlots come in force to steer me away.
Ever hopeful I keep my eyes on my lover.
She sees the dust of my flight to her,
I see the multitudes behind her.
Together we shall meet,
Together we shall fight them all off.
In my shield shall she find protection.
Next to my body she shall hold me up.
In my presence shall she bring me water.
By my sword shall her enemies fall.
And when our foes have all been turned to dust,
I will restore my temple,
And she shall replant her gardens,
And together we shall return to our Eden.
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Awakened from My Slumber
The Call to Action: Despite the desolation, the speaker finds strength in the memory of his brother, who embodies kindness and healing, prompting him to gather his weapons of truth, courage, and faith to reclaim his purpose.
The Enslavement of the Beloved: The speaker’s beloved is trapped in a cell, yearning for freedom and connection, yet surrounded by the darkness of deception and the torment of a demon that has overtaken her gardens.
The Journey of Reunion: Both characters embark on separate journeys, fueled by love and hope. They call out to each other, navigating through confusion and distraction from wicked forces that seek to lead them astray.
The Triumph of Love: The climax reveals a powerful unity as they converge, prepared to face their adversaries together. Their love serves as a source of strength and protection, promising restoration of their lives and a return to their Eden, symbolizing hope and renewal.
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