Chasing fallen Aspen trees
Screaming out into the breeze
Running, running, can’t catch me
Out here in the Ashen trees
Ashes of the Aspen trees
Burnt down beauty,
No matter to me
If you call out
They’ll answer thee
Fairies once in Aspen trees
Falling, falling,
Fallen leaves
Spinning off along the breeze
Spiraling onto the ground
Make sure not to make a sound
Summon spirits in the trees
Reach your hand out to thee
A touch of faith,
It’s time to leave
The Fairies’ dying Aspen Trees
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
To wish upon a raven
One must first grow its wings
To wish upon a raven
Waste not time on petty things
To wish upon a raven
One must know how it feels
To soar above the heavens
To feel freedom and know fear
To wish upon a raven
Knowing suffering is key
To wish upon a raven
Knowing tragedy of banshees
How they wail, how they groan
The very song, the very tone
Setting loose the sorrow
Sending warnings to the free
To wish upon a raven
You have to understand
That sometimes you’re the omen
Of bad luck and stories planned
To wish upon a raven
Ignorance you overcome
And if you wish upon a raven
The raven you become
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
Come here, my friend
Where the autumn leaves fall
In the pond there, down below
Don’t they look pretty
Oh such a pity,
That the prettiness always must go
You know it's not my fault
And yet you blame
Everything pretty someday decays
The balance of beauty
Seems to degrade
Once I am here, your old friend decay
I play a line between life and death
The new, the old
The now and regret
Now I'll tell you my friend
With your head held sadly
There must be death before life can be made
Ignorant humans,
Never recognize beauty
Once it starts to fade
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
We’re down at the tower
Waiting for our share
Of the precious liquid, there is none of which to spare
Thirsty, hungry people
Waiting for their crop
Which always shrivels at the stock,
They know they cannot stop
Waiting for rains to come
I swear that we are cursed
The water just goes down the drain,
But still the people thirst
Wars of land and power
That the sheriff cannot cease
The townsfolk are hungry,
They are hungry for peace
The government’s long gone
And yet we have to stay
She has us in her iron grasp
She won’t let us get away
Hiddens lies
Her perfect crime
Bitter bitter beauty
Something wrong
The siren’s song
Melody of promise
We come here to the tower,
And the fields most every day
To get our share of water
Giving life, that is her pay
She hold our lives on strings
Suffocating power
She is our lord for she’s the one
Who controls our water
But our lady’s ****** tactics
spill more blood than can become
The rivers can’t run red when there’s no water left to run
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC