Life and Death, the Unseen Battle
Oh please sweet spirit child,
Take no heed of them grotesque trees.
Whistling desolation lullabies,
Nor the raggedy stars hanging
In a rotten purple sky.
Beckoning your name to land of the dead.
Oh sweet spirit child,
Look at the crumbling gravel beneath your feet.
The wind will blow, the crows entice,
And all roads will depart into a contorted mists,
There is no memories in these rivers of
Dreaming fogs.
Only fields of illusion green,
Oh please don't go sweet spirit child,
To where the water meets the wild,
It is there that death awaits
Upon his mirrored lake,
Silently implacablably,
On a raft of decaying reeds.
Oh sweet spirit child,
Do you feel tears dripping upon serene skin.
Your mother making promises
She will keep,
"I will never leave you thou
This world is hard, this world is cruel,
my love is true only white innocence
Burns in my heart for you
Come back to us sweet spirit child"
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