formal lintel
O lady of the night, why do you cry?
Through my walks of these tapestries,
I have seldom seen you smile;
With your teary eyes seeming so beguiled
O tell me fair miss, with your white flowing dress,
Do you own this haunting decadence,
Or do you look for a place to rest.
O your white moonlit hand; that is only moonlight caressed.
I see you full of mystery, with your voices trying to speak.
You speak o so bewitchingly;
Bewildered by the mysteries you keep.
Share to me those secret silver words, that you've crushed underneath.
I am a moth to your passionate fiery flame,
Like a wax to your candle that's ignited.
Entranced by your heart's deepest darkest game.
And merely a string longing to be tied to your name.
O sorrowful lady; cries blown by the wind.
With your faith and fame both faltering.
Is it because no one listened when you sing?
Don't these lonely walks in the tapestry ever get tiring?
Confide in me please, though I might not be as clever.
Hear me through your deep black eyes,
For I, too, am a lonely traveler.
Lost in these ruins, just like you are; hopefully not forever.
dusky otter
bronze loom
meager quarry
zealous glacier
north meteor
wanton flume
hot crypt
fathom frigate
idle galleon
near coyote
neon terrace
but here I am now.
cobalt glacier
slender summit
fleet matrix
