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Queen's Death


Cool and cold 

Like a winter's eve 

If snow was as ash 

A black new leaf 

Bodies were bashed 

Plants were smashed 

And the dead lay unheaved 

For the dust gave way 

To a darker time 

And nothing was to be perceived 

Enable Ginger

Through the haze of night 

And the cold winds flight 

Out into the eve 

As a statue stood in solitude 

A spirit mourned by mornings pour 

For the rain itself weeped 

For a stone still spiral 

Which beheld a vined statue 

As though the forest defends her grave 

For with death, the sky did weep 

While wisps of water ran down the trees 

Morning your marvelous offered magnificent 

A queen standing as you stood 

Sanctioned over her stone path 

Life seems at one point 

But longing to disappoint 

You were once my bright stars 

And I your faithful moon 

But you left too soon 

Under the wounded sky 

You broke me down 

Into my still as stone heart 

As if feeling a grand emotion start 

You are as black and hard as the night 

As the stone has frozen you just as well 

But I've seen your souls deep light 

And you bring hope to me in a broken spell 

How can I learn to love myself 

I have scars that can not be shown 

While I hid in the hidden depths 

Of my darker side 

 

Though the stars twinkle around me

I am blinded by the streetlight

You hand me a scope to help me see

 

I have loved you

Loved you enough 

To love me

As the stars shall love 

The moon and sky

I do love you

Though separated we are

We are together

Amistad the greater sky

From which all do dwell

 

From which opulence does dwell

Within the raven sky

Darkened by the star dipped well

From which all shadows fly

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