Can the old be born anew? Where all strokes meant smiles of you Can we submit to those golden days? When butterflies were all you gave
I sit and write to you my queen Your sight was a marvel to my entire being When I first met you, I awoke from my dreams But even in slumber, I knew this would be
In distance and space the heart acquaints On lonely nights my soul you did appease Your words were like waterfall to my body In your absence I died twice before morning
Unquestionable where these feelings you gave Not a sorcerers presumption could have been obeyed We owned the world, against preys we fought To protect our baby in naivety, this I thought
A coward dies a thousand times before their death Deluded with scents of roses and wine she sent Sweet scents in time attracts the earthen bees What is left of pollen grains after the bees leave?
The brave escapes to fight another day Escape had no sweetener or brilliant pay Waiting on a signal for return of new hay Lonely is the heart with no place to lay
You, my queen are a nobless phantom Torture and grief you gave in your mansion Like a punctured balloon your words soon diffused Epidermis of delusion, your mind races in confusion!
Have you seen the craftsman upon your love did forge? Did he too ask for a bargain of one night to lodge? In our bed of obnoxionism and adulterated lies Under our sheet of friendly foes who dine!
Cursed is the hour our hearts were betrothed! Unforgiveable the minutes our curiosity we fed! Destruction to the temple upon which false promises you tied! The warrior suffereth pain and no gain but never dies...
But... You my queen, your heart I still embrace Your pillars I still long to behold in faith Your throne knows no other in our dwelling place Until your return, this scene I choose to begone! When fate you seek, follow my footprints on the lawn!