Gypsy Widow's Revenge

Back when the sweet summer aromas tease the nose And soulful beach breezes blow A civic hurricane of hate grows With the moon hanging sickled Over the Eucalyptus leaves Two hearts die and one soul divides As the Champion no longer breathes The news comes and then arrives On the wings of the morning dew Winds strike with mortal force Laid her to a half empty bed Tears rolled fast As the sparkling fireflies outside Who fly so high to be in love With the perfect light that They exhaust themselves and die With lashes wet and heavy Swollen eyes, squinting in the sun Falling down to sleep She remembered, fire Stolen breath woke her, surprised When the full moon rose Close to Gemini's mid-night The Libra spirit awakens Nocturnal thoughts in her mind She, who harbors the darkest Deeds in the nomadic minds Of wandering widows left By thoughtless hearts of dutiful dukes honoring cowardly Kings --- Trapped in silk as the Duke gets hazy After the lazy westward slipping sun With thoughts like secrets as she watches Stars ignite over sandy mountain dunes Oh, dishonored soul Don't stop living Now that love is a memory And the past is desire Remember fire, continue like a lioness Stalking her sleeping prey Oh that noble duke Unaware of the danger of eternal darkness That plunges from his own forgotten sword Then the night, the stone, his chamber His heart, her mind, even the clock falls quite silent, Before breaking screams --- Alone, slowly traveling, gaze set just ahead Back to the gypsy tents glowing red, The duke was dead Long after the nightly chill's showers Yet preluding the sun's eastern wake She wondered, the broken hearted lover, toward the future What future? Only now, she had avenged with fire Justice for her soul's loss, When Libra inspired