Close your eyes,
Lend me your ears,
Can you hear,
Within the mirror of your soul,
The storm brewing,
Centuries old.
When you pass,
The forest beneath the seas,
You can find me.
Beneath the trees,
Among the deep red roses,
Lying where,
I can feel their shame,
Of having thorns to cut so deep.
When you find me,
Tell me can you hear,
Angels calling out their warnings,
“Can you see with your eyes closed?”
And tell me can you see them in your dreams,
The Demon’s clawing at their prey,
Saying, “Will you be mine today?”
Wrapping round my feet,
Here come the cords,
Sapphire and silver,
Pulling me down.
I hear the whispers,
“We’ve made you a crown,
Of laurels mixed with lowly grass”
“Today we celebrate your victory”
“Today we toast,
The last battle of the host.”
“We’ve made you a robe,
Patterns of feathers,
Lined with golds.”
But I fear the words they say,
And hear the truth that betrays.
The fire in their hearts,
Is as bright as their world.
The crown meant for me,
Isn’t a victory,
Perhaps it was a good war,
But the battle is not for me.
Angels calling out their warnings,
“Can you see with your eyes closed?”
And tell me can you see them in your dreams,
The Demons clawing at their prey,
Asking, “Will you be mine today?”
The only advice, a gift, “Don’t follow me.” “Don’t follow me.” “Don’t follow me.”
Stay here forever,
Underneath the trees,
Beneath the waters of the seas,
Past the forrest, here with me.
With the deep red roses,
Among the thorns,
Buried in their shame.
But if you disobey.
At least hold on to me,
I’ll protect you.
Just don’t ask of me,
“Please don’t bleed.”
I’d hate an apology,
So weak it cannot breathe.
Sorry for the memories,
The thought was unforeseen.
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