There once was a woman- well 
more of a girl than that, true. 
Innocent as a white rose 
or doves on a silver beach 
on a misty morn, was she,

Her smile was the sun rise; 
dim at first but soon to grow 
into all lights purest form. 
A nymph with garden vine hair 
In bloom whilst paper leaves stayed,

Ripe pomegranate lips and 
Honey words christened the air 
with nature’s nectarine song 
dare a child to listen more 
be entranced by tales of dirt,

Cheek’s spotted as yellow fruit, 
hands giving as warm autumn. 
Her path littered with sweet rot--
gathered death into her heart 
and in love she followed me.

Devote I was to my queen- 
my soul renewed in her soil, 
sunshine never setting- ‘sept 
when pale blue moon rose and sang 
sleep to all whom wander hell,

When she returned winter came 
star lit nights vanish again, 
sickly king- I ruled once more 
in paced wait for year’s death 
so that joy return to me...

Cursed I was to rule the dead! 
In my realm she withered- yet 
she told me not of sickness 
faded she in my arms and 
heaven rescued her from me,

From goddess's bud came thee 
cry echoed as storm rainfall 
begging not to forget thee- 
her song I shared with you, child 
tamed the surging storm to pass.

I love thee infinitely 
for thy mother’s looks you take 
cursed as she to care for me,
your colors fade like twilight 
into my black winter’s shade,

So see me as little as hate 
I will no longer welcome 
you to my hallowed grave- for 
something as sweetest morning 
should never come to death’s end

Burnt soot was my kiss to her 
nevermore will my hands lay 
tempest on a garden, leave 
from this hellish land I beg- 
my daughter I pray you go

Let spring harbor your young soul 
growing flowers from your feet 
summer to teach you how kind 
this world’s miracles be and 
autumn- give like your mother

Did for me.