X "The Zephyr"

Black hair dwindled beneath his wings

Pass into enemy hands

In the dark fall hour the widow sings

Echoes from an exile land

 

 

The feathers circle the widow on the coldest nights 

The moon rides high

The amber-colored marrow heiress sighed

The sky went blind, the moon tides dried

 

 

Lay down in the the cold, thick-skinned

The widow is carried in the drafts of the wind

Dimmed kin, herein, I spin

A sound chained my mind, now I am pinned

 

 

In the cave of Aeolus

The sun has tainted grey

The strangest is the realist 

When another zephyr decays

 

 

Hindrance withheld, is the truth of ignorance

Blessings, morals, bridled and broken

Essence of vengeance, overruled all science 

The Widow had finally spoken

 

 

The realm of my dynasty is what you yearn

Aboriginal royalty, awake!

Seldom misery where groweth' the red fern

Depart this cremation, shall you forsake!

 

 

Resurrect the Widow to celestial mist

Black smoke deifies from the abyss 

Arcadia closes the bowers of bliss

The widow opened the doors he missed