Fate's twisted pain
You watch her,
You do not guess,
that an hour ago,
she saw the road's red tracks,
and she remembered the
pulling bond
she saw, so overwhelming
in that stranger's eyes.
It wasn't even with his name,
Reminiscent of an ancient plant
that can start a dead heart gasping alive again,
His name like a lance to the heart,
A silver needle,
So familiar.
No, she guessed it in his eyes.
They were drawing her in, and
they asked a question.
Will you,
Will you,
Will you, they grieved.
The world parted them soon enough.
Lonely, the sky shrieks now against
the cliffs amidst which her home,
deep with feeling and stony cold,
rests,
She lies, restless,
waiting to bear that child she does not love,
Missing the one who started it.
She wonders, why,
Why!, her heart grieves.
She does not know,
but she can tell that her love is
traitorous,
and she feels
like she'll choke on the
bitter plant that pierced through her heart
with a lance of despair.
She misses,
the bright-haired child,
They all loved,
who laughed like the sun's child,
grew sweetly with the wind's breath,
And amazed them all.
"Watch how he embraces his sister's love!"
And, ah, the wind disappears over the cliff
as she remembers.
"Watch how he puts away the spear!"
And they're riding forth
never to see another again
while an undercurrent
beneath everything else,
Beneath the surface,
Tells her that she never really parted
from him.
So she sits, and remembers
how she turned away all comfort from
another world,
all promise,
all truthful things of peace and happiness,
a world of safety for the forgotten child,
Instead to sit,
and close her eyes, remembering him
running through the halls,
the fair child,
the golden sun her brother.
You do not guess,
that an hour ago,
she saw the road's red tracks,
and she remembered the
pulling bond
she saw, so overwhelming
in that stranger's eyes.
It wasn't even with his name,
Reminiscent of an ancient plant
that can start a dead heart gasping alive again,
His name like a lance to the heart,
A silver needle,
So familiar.
No, she guessed it in his eyes.
They were drawing her in, and
they asked a question.
Will you,
Will you,
Will you, they grieved.
The world parted them soon enough.
Lonely, the sky shrieks now against
the cliffs amidst which her home,
deep with feeling and stony cold,
rests,
She lies, restless,
waiting to bear that child she does not love,
Missing the one who started it.
She wonders, why,
Why!, her heart grieves.
She does not know,
but she can tell that her love is
traitorous,
and she feels
like she'll choke on the
bitter plant that pierced through her heart
with a lance of despair.
She misses,
the bright-haired child,
They all loved,
who laughed like the sun's child,
grew sweetly with the wind's breath,
And amazed them all.
"Watch how he embraces his sister's love!"
And, ah, the wind disappears over the cliff
as she remembers.
"Watch how he puts away the spear!"
And they're riding forth
never to see another again
while an undercurrent
beneath everything else,
Beneath the surface,
Tells her that she never really parted
from him.
So she sits, and remembers
how she turned away all comfort from
another world,
all promise,
all truthful things of peace and happiness,
a world of safety for the forgotten child,
Instead to sit,
and close her eyes, remembering him
running through the halls,
the fair child,
the golden sun her brother.