GARDEN OF BLACK THORNS

Silver light that cracks the casket

Never seen here anymore

Whispered words through an age of reason

The bridges we’ve crossed long before

Memories of the morning sunlight

And how bright it seemed to be

The green of summer and pastoral beauty

They are now dead to me; they are dead to me

Shutters a halo of flies

And a maze of thorns lines the garden

And no way out

They are cutting skin with punctures, blood like flowing streams

Stop the traveler; the road ahead is long and dangerous

A long sleep filled with nightmares

The second coming of the dark

Secure a bed for the Devil’s bride

The groom will ride tonight

In step with the dance of violence

So many must be killed

Dawns a deep dark forest

Where the pagan blood was spilled

Will you lay me down by the broken marble vase

Place your hands upon my face and turn my head away

The green of summer and pastoral beauty

They are now dead to me; they are dead to me

Shutters a halo of flies

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 1996, all rights reserved