Welcome Home, Ronnie

He has returned on the fabled chariot of fire
His beauty and grace unchanged by time
A supernova of primal loveliness and desire

Eagerly, his worshippers gathered at his feet
To glance at his eternal face in absolute wonder
Trembling as eyes dark and deep as earth
Fell upon them
And praising his name in reverent voices

Our night has come

We dance in gyrating rhythmic circles
Scream like dying beasts
Transcending this reality
And entering the hall of our beloved
Our fallen angel
Bathing his dark skin with tears
Caressing his ebony feathers with unworthy hands

The liars, the deceivers
They wither away

Welcome home, Ronnie