The Crowned Daughters

The woods whispered a woeful tune

Rustling leaves in autumn hues

The same eve that I found you there

Hauntingly fair

The trees murmured a mournful hum

Lingering light from a dying sun

When your ashen stare met mine

Wringing me tight, eyes hollow

And white, deprived of life

Arcane symbols on your wrists

A wooden crown of weeds and sticks

And well-sealed in your outspread

Arms, your porcelain palms

A mystical charm for the chosen ones

The queen will bloom within your womb

The queen shall rise now

The wait is over

She'll be reborn again to rule

This stranded earth

The queen shall rise now

The wait is over

She'll be reborn again to lead

These mislaid hearts