Queen of Swords

Stay awhile till you surrender

All the ghosts that gather at your door

Call them in, call rain and thunder

Call desire the strangest agony of all

Wrapped up in your great coat,

Will the sun bless this winter's afternoon?

When I think of you, I see a crocus bud

Braving frost enough to bloom

But you know that he'll never let you in

So don't stoke the fire if you can't bear

The heat against your skin

In sorrow, in sorrow –

Silence spoke

Her tongue was made of crystal

And violet was her throat

Travelling blind to soothe your mind will cost you

Golden hours and worn out feet

All those planes and trains you take to shake his shadow

In the arms of strangers, comfort seek

But you'll find that he'll never let you go

Seems he's the one who's always leaving

But in the end, he'll be the one left alone

In sorrow, in sorrow

Resolution spoke,

In one hand held a dagger

And from the other, cut the rope