The rush of adrenaline,
the rush of pleasure,
the guilt from a sin commited without regard,
seeps through my bones,
becomes my flesh and blood.
It was all i could do to not cry,
For as barren was the soil,
So was I.
Sticks and stones,
Revenge of old,
Stories that never knew,
The last words sung.
Strung onto the thread of Fate,
Binded together into a knowing knot,
Twisted so clever it shall not break,
But neither would it ever dissolve.
Strung onto peaks o' high
Right on the Devil's nigh
For it overlooked the storms
And seas of torment from above
And right there, was I
Staring onto the red, sunset sky
Burning my eyes with its sight
Oh God, ain't it so bright
As the colour turns velvet o' rich
I stared onto the ground, seemed to think
My my, how the bubbles danced
For feet as light as nymphs that fly
Wine drank from the finest roots
Woven into a fitting grail
Dance light through the night
Ignoring the chilly wind
Nor did anyone seem to realise, or care
Of the storms' threat kept at bay
Or the Devil's tricks in singsongs sung
Nor the molted roots at Death's say
In all the hours of day and night
Never have I saw them lost their might
Never have i so boldly asked
Though, what was it that they fright
In ice cold chills and winter's cringe
At melt down summer in its bane
Saw I for once, naught twice, for fey
Rests deep in dungeons pray
Bow down, its no pain
To suffer humour in their way
To listen as they brought their say
And stumble down the depth of hell
Stay high, and don't blame your fey
For it's your choice, again I say
