Black Flowers Please

Oh when I saw you standing there

Wild flowers dying in your hair

Child of harvest time coughing up must

Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust

Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of that hill

Your smile started bleeding and then the mill

Shearing and sharing your love and you rage

Whilst hawk's head descending

Spewed out a new age

"It isn't very good

In the middle of the wood

In the dark dark night

Where there isn't any light

It isn't very good in the dark dark wood ..."

"There are four comers to the world" she said

"And everyone is manned with fire and ice"

Through black glass darkly I can see her truth

Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war

She points to squares of wax and writes backwards

I veil my face from her and from her light

The pointless games she plays out for want of power

To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain

Her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound

The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star Crawl

There's one cracked bottle with no label on

She nods and gestures limply with a broken smile

"Do you fear death?" she says to me

And shows me seven stars

The seven seals of her seven years of Rose Cross madness

"Well, Christus tells us that little children suffer -

It's only tight that we should learn to suffer too!"

The first seven are red as blood

The second seven are not so red

The third seven are like whitish smoke

And all the world seemed to be in darkness

And all the world seemed to be in brightness

"There are four corners to the world" she sighs

"There are four corners to the world" she cries

"There are four corners to the world" she lies

"There are four corners to the world" she dies