You're a cult I tried to escape from
But you have me already bound
Building an empire of reds and blues
Fighting off the banal, always on the move
A terpsichorean that'll put me in the mood
Christened Julian, the emperor of the cool.

Brief reign, yet in me you'll stay the same
For you brought back a heart that is cold
Colossal stature as you wore Tyrian purple
Almighty, with healing power you tend the wounds
Of the crippled belief of a pagan dancer.

Restored the slumbering poet in...