The Last Song Of Spring

Oh eternal spring, renew me in thy glory,

blow away the putrid ample from the hearts of mine,

and calmly lift the burdens , that have weighed me down so.

I have crossed over, from the dimension of my foes,

to the world of my dreams, where honey, drips from every

blossom, and men make merry.

I take non with me. For non have earned my love.

Orphaned me, in the land of sin,

and bestowed on me these thorns, that drip my blood to thee.

Marked me, with a brand of hate, and claimed me to be the din.

While all I looked for, was a knit by the fireplace,

warming, my cold hands and feet, while the broth cooked away,

and the bread, baked by the wood.

All I wanted, was a sleep, not of men or lust,

but in the solace of my dreams, of fairies and elves,

and witches and song.

All I wanted, was a dance, at my wedding, with the man

that claimed a deal of me.

But your wish, is my command. Wasn't I brought up to believe?

The lord of lords shall save the flower, from the bees,

and let it blossom and guide, till its day outdone?

And I do, like a faithful wife, married to the word of faith,

die, to meet the one who sits above in name.

And you bestow me, with a place, and a hymn to be sung, for a

thousand years, a scent, forever free.

For they have killed me. And yet, I see.

A dew on a leaf, a smile on a child about to awaken,

a tear, of a woman whose son martyr'd.

And In these, shall I live.