Come round me

Come round me, all ye with no life
I am your Queen, worship me

Rows and rows, line after line
Dust to dust, ash to ash
Every one for the road and the dream
In coloured hue of blue and midnight
The crystal ball will never show
The dragon’s heart of desire and might

Come round me, all ye with no life
I am thy Liege, yield to me

The quartet plays, with no voice
Instruments of dreams, they dance around
When the key stops its play
All strings are slashed red
Fall, fall, all fall down
Lie still – You’re all dead

Come round me, all ye with no life
I am your blood, drink from me
I command your soul
When the mead runs out
I will lie with you
In this eternal cold

Winter Moon

For the paleness of her face
there is hidden blood
In every shadow of her smile
lies dormant a painful rage
If you reach out and touch
would you chance upon lips of roses
Or will her thorns draw blood
Crimson teeth with glee

Do you understand cold
Will you be wise enough to run
to that home of death and gold
You will be her child of love
You cannot hide that mark
made upon the brow in lust
If you want to burn it away
You must worship the Winter Moon

Let her caress your body
Give in to her Call and Touch
See with renewed eyes on your folly
Let her bath you in dew and mist
Received her silver-dusted sword
Give her your promise to be faithful
Cry out 'Queen of my Soul!'
and drink of her bloodless lips

All at once see night fade
As her minions wither away
to await in the shadowy glade
For answers to to the ever silent question
whispering with the strains of the ever woeful flute
Chance everlasting pain, if you disobey
Risk life, blood and soul, if you sway
From her searing eyes of deep dismay
Hidden behind her paleness
She, the Winter Moon

You

You are alone
A creature of darkness and light
You walk this earth, questioning
Touching anyone who will allow
But how many do?

You were born cold
People laughing at your queerness
Gaily mocking your indignant senses
Of right and truth, of aye and nay
Do you know you are outnumbered?

You have nothing
Preaching ghosts and retribution
Crying in vain for the dead
Who are but really only damned bodies
Are they speaking at all?

You feel hatred
Banging on the door, wailing
Of the mountains of filth and wrong
Tears and blood pouring in a stream
But can you stop the flood?

Meet me

Meet me at the park
don't come too late
remember to lock your house
and come out early

Meet me at the park
don't go by 4th Street
avoid the big highways
circle the major jam areas

Meet me at the park
I will be waiting by the fountain
the one where we last stood
wearing a hat and blue dress

Meet me at the park
bring me a promise given last moon
that was kept within a heart
constrained by weakness

Meet me at the park
bring crumbs for the doves
should you not return the emotion
at least someone will be happy

Night

Night falls…
and night creatures awake

See them crawl
out from their hiding places

Watch them stretch and yawn
with those mighty teeth snapping

See the gleam in their eye
and shiver with anticipation

Of long night play
Of promising pleasures
Endless and tireless
Sweet sensory arousals
That echo into the night and dawn

Feel me… and know
That I await you anxiously

With the rising sun
Sleep knowing it will begin again
When the moon touches your face