Price of This Lore.

You do not know,
What you are asking for,
And I can not show,
The price of this lore,
The knowledge of the hidden,
In the dark and deep,
This knowledge of the forbidden,
That you seek,
Why do you look,
For something not yours,
Searching every bent and crook,
Searching behind every locked door,
You do not know,
What you are asking for,
And I can not show,
The price of this lore,
You are asking the riddles,
More discordant than a thousand,
Weeping bewitched fiddles,
Serenading sorrows to the land,
Your questions are like daggers in my spine,
Digging into flesh and bone,
Searching for answers alone mine,
And pressing old scars to the grinding stone,
You do not know,
What you are asking for,
And I can not show,
The price of this lore,
But if I were to remove the armor,
And to bear my soul, my heart,
Would you be amor,
Or but another Dark poisonous dart,
Would you cut my pneuma,
Use my soul for another pigment,
In your art paints prema materia,
Or perhaps this searching is from another bent,
Perhaps you do know,
What you are asking for,
And that I can show,
The price of this lore,
The price of my passion,
The price of my pain,
The price to fashion,
A heart binding chain,
Between two mortal souls,
Uniting them in life,
Uniting them in goals,
Uniting them against all strife,
The price of pleasure,
Is a strange pain,
Quite in measure,
As victories cost in the slain,