Open up your gates my sweet old mother
Your fruit of cradle is here, now bring the latch key
Can’t salvage my fate with a four leaf clover
For now I seek refuge from, the rain
Tenderness graces my chains with gold and sapphire
Each one of your words grow the battens higher
Delicate and meek, in your arms, you smother
Your kisses reek of your fears, and poison ivy
A newborn will rise through this scarlet stover
And with your blood I will trace, my lane
Turning your back with trust in your white attire
Kitchen knife in my hand, now feel my dark desire
The soil is soaked now, give life to a flower
The dawn can’t reach us, if skies don’t initially go dim
Through misfortune, a man must not cower
He unsheathes his sword, for as long as he’s filled with vim
The vine can reach the clouds once detached from the bower
With one breathe I’ll draw winds and part out this constraining red sea
Tenderness is starving your prime from gold and sapphire
As you trade your freedom for a shell of ire
A madam of theater who’s just been playing her part
Scars carved in your blood
And shadows of olden days will now keep us apart
Addicted to your nod
Tale of weakness, that I will soon scour
With the passing, of that woman laying so slim
On her face I couldn’t perceive a glower
And in this fountain, of youth two new lovers will swim
Time for me to face light and make use of my power
With one breath I’ll draw winds and part out, the ropes from my fig tree
Compliments to the tailor of your red attire
As I make up for the pace of time’s misfire
A madam of theater who’s just been playing her part
Scars carved in your blood
And shadows of olden days will now keep us apart
Addicted to your nod
Now she’s gone I wake from my slumber
My wings she’ll, no longer encumber
I’ll find my way, past the tears of backflow
And though at first I may lumber
I’ll give it all through nights most somber
Years can’t be brought back and resumed tomorrow