Black Flowers Please

Oh when I saw you standing there
Wild flowers dying in Your hair
Child of harvest time coughing up must
Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust
Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill
Your smile started bleeding and then the nil
Shearing and sharing Your Love and Your Rage
Whilst hawk's head descending
Spewed out a new age

It isn't very good
In the dark dark wood
In the middle of the night
When there isn't any light

"There are four corners to the world" She said
"And every one is manned with Fire and Ice"
Through black glass darkly I can see Her truth
Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war
She points to squares of wax and writes backwards
I veil my face from Her and from Her light
The pointless games she plays out for want of power
To slake our bloodlust and for sake of pain
Her ugly shapes breeding in Her secret mound
The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star crawl
There's one cracked bottle with no label on
She nods and gestures limply with Her broken smile
"Do you fear Death" she says to me and shows me seven scars
The seven seals of Her seven years of Rose Cross madness
"Well christus tell us that little children suffer-
It's only right that we should learn to suffer too"

The first seven are red as blood
The second seven not so red
The third seven like whitish smoke
And all the world seemed to be in darkness
And all the world seemed to be in brightness

There are four corners to the world I lie
In forms of fire have lurked across its floor
And little banners displaying their little creeds
Have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields

"There are four corners to the world" She sighs
"There are four corners to the world" She cries
"There are four corners to the world" She lies
"There are four corners to the world" She dies