Burial In The Emerald Season

Burial In The Emerald Season

BURIAL IN THE EMERALD SEASON

|Red hued water cements upon her lips

her frail greying flesh

decay under my fingertips

so proud so bold

upon what I have done

unveiled from the ivory

lays her corpse

the snow is gone

|The queen be rotting

|A sylph so gracefully declined under haunting summer sun

whilst the birds return to clean the bones of the stalest one

I remember the site of last frozen breath, I had brought her

to a corpse-shell rest

indecency had become of me when her spirit so unclean

exultant with undeserved success

I just the peasant her end so pleasent

prepare the fires of hell I gladly descend

|Beneath the tree leaves, she will slumber

entwined around her, the roots a sepulcher

|Her frail corpse lay cross thy arms

drapped in a forest burial gown

her essence is bound

with the body and soul of the woods

she becomes one with the earth

|Neath green, arms and forest light

wind rustles the trees through day and night

whilst her unburied body lie

funeral in the season of life

|Diseased the hate for her

but a new guilt rives

tearing my soul asunder

won't rest at ease tonight

|Burial in the emerald season

new found abode in the thriving

forest floor, the queen lay forever more,

sealed in roots as a sepulcher