Of Petrichor Weaves Black Noise

Swan of pale
Of porcelain white
Her halo, a bloody sun
Framing a botticelli face
Of petrichor weaves black noise
Where her frame disfigures
Pale of the swan, painted
Dying
Wilting in red ribbons
Lashing black sails, a tattered mane
Her mouth,m a death's head smile
Tongueless choirs and baited breath
Ever watching... The angels beheaded
Bleeding this heart, come clarity
Resonance
Of petrichor weaves black noise.

Light draped, ephemeral
Her stain glass horizon
The houseglass shattered
Glacial starffell memories
Caligari haunting
Within this cabinet of change
Upon flutter eye wings
In efflorescence, the shadows' sarabande
An silence was her name
The silence so loud.

Time
Cleanse these severed hands of time
Rain, rain again
Wash away this pain
O moonkissed flesh
New kingdom come of earthen vast
Libera me.

Rain, rain, earthen
Shine, shine
New kingdom, shine
Shine on.

Dreamer, i
Dream o dream
Dream, follow me afar
Weep, come kingdom come
(ohh) hope
Libera me.