Many Oceans of light
Came from the silence that you gave .
And love with all its colours
and all its pretty ways
Spread longingly before my eyes
half Blinded by her sight
they danced as one before me
in radiant sunlight .

How could I have not seen this coming ?
How stupid a man can be
For Then everything turned black ,
and now in darkness ,
she still holds on to me .

Only now she only shows me what I cannot see ,
and not her glorious beauty that once was everything to.me .
when her radiant beauty lay before my eyes .
Spread out like fruits in a basket all layed  out on the grass .
Not withering or  dying ,
but with vibrant colours spread before my eyes .
For at last I find .
How naked in it’s sunlight ,
but how blessed Is the prize .

How blessed is that sunlight ,
when in the dark I can only fantsize.

As. the first fruits of spring ,
started to move
into  her womb warm and still ,
a beetle crawls in .  as a
bud sees its dawn
on a cold frosty lawn
And it cry’s.out
for some light ,
but is soon choked
by the chill of the night .






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But ..Then if we survive
grow strong roots
Until we thrive,
or waver
like tall trees in winter .
That  sway in the wind ,
and are cut down by our sins ,
and surrender all manner of awful things!





Yet some will find love  ,
and pick  it’s fruit from its orchards above
and will ripen and grow ,
in fields without snow
only to pick the fruit from the orchards of a stranger .
when the evening shadows. fall
up to her room they will creep ,
only to darken the rooms of her chamber .

And when winter kicks in she will turn to her honeysuckle sins
With her apples she picked in September.

only to  
break the heart of the one she most loved ,
because she fell for the arms of a stranger .







Yet others will mourn from the day they were born
and sorrow and vice ,
for they will never think twice ,
and so reap the sickle of the ravens daughter .

And then the oaks branches will break
for the cruel winds will take ,
and lighting will bear down ,
with black clouds all around
and  strip from her Maine
And the strong winds will  prevail
and call out aloud ,
“ I will soon have you’re trunk
and your branches .
And if all else fails I shall
call upon the one who Maims
and it will tear down you’re roots from your
Mountains .
And so then toss them
Into the seas .
And so separate the skies from the trees
and shake them by hand .
from the mountains.






But the strong winds soon left ,
for they thought it best ,
as a suckled the breast of her daughter.
and the birds were so blessed
as the trees shoots were covered by the leaves of the old oak tree
as a mother sang her sweet lullaby’s to her daughter.

And then Autumn came
as acorns started to fall from her branches .
again .

Her black wings of sorrow started to sprout from the muscles on her back ,
all laden with their sorrow
for she cant find a way back
The sins  of those who taunt her ,
with their loveless evil ways
for on this dark and terrible night .,
It feels they will stay with her always ?
For heavenly sorrow is her name ,
for she weeps for those who only have themselves to blame ..

So terrible are her sufferings she can bear their guilt no more ,
alone she now lies dying for she can’t find a cure .

For The black raven is her judgement ,
he holds a Sceptre  in his beak ,
above there lies an Angel ,
that once God turned to stone .
Who  once led the heavenly choirs ,
Whome. God banished from his heavenly throne .

For it is with black wings she sings ,
but never speaks .
“ soon you’re judgement will be O
It won’t take very long
and  no words will you speak ,
for now worms will crawl
from out of your belly
and come out of you’re beak !




So can anything now save her from this dark and
terrible fate ?

Then flew in a sparrow who saw watching from afar ,
said “:I will take your fallen wings and hang  them on a star .”

And the raven and the angel with black wings flew away ,
they  fled unto the tower ,
and had nothing more to say .

And the girl still goes horse riding ,
where the angel and raven fled ,
and looks up. longingly  to a loop hole
Just to make sure that bird is being fed .

     “ But I want to talk to you of things that are immortal ,
        and things that are free ,
          so as you hanker over your sin and sorrow
        don’t you ever bother me “
         said the sparrow ,
          who was chirping from a tree .

There is a black heart in a tower full of hurtful harmful things ,
and the rains pored down for hours
And there are flowers and black orchids.                                                yet none of them are ripe
And so the seed that I once planted Have all  been  trampled in the night .
by the jailers who now guard me,
with prongs and knifes and hooks .

But you once said you love me,
but that was two thousand years ago .

But There is a black heart in a tower ,
guarded by a thief upon a cross ,
he sat me down ,we talked for hours ,
about  love and what I had lost .
But there is a black heart in a tower ,
and it’s calling out my name
like the rains which are now incessant they are  driving me insaine .

But you once told me that you loved me ,
Oh won’t you say it again ,
this time not with hearts and flowers ,
but by calling out my name,
Play a love song to my heart ,
sing the songs of the lyre
Oh won’t you set this heart on fire ?

I want to feel those nails inside me ,
to take this heart and turn it to white ,
to feel that love forever ,
in this God forsaken night .

To all the friends who we have kept and lost ,
to all the ones we loved the most ,
to every heart that’s ever bled ,
to every tear soaked. sodden  bed ..

Because For every rainbow there is always a little rain ,
and every flower that’s been pulled up,
their weeds will remain.


For it is those that we will never see again ,
we will never forget their names
For every seat that has not been sat ,
we leave a flower to remember that .

And to those silent nights that remain forever still ,
a train pulls out ,
that never pulled in .
we sleep alone ,
in these dark passages of time ,
with dreams we can’t fix
that play around in our minds .

And as for those we might never see again
We just hope we can borrow some time ,
to be alone with them again

For now and again that bird has to fly ,
far away into that sun set sky .

For his bones God made out of silver ,
for his bones God made out of gold ,
but in these most beautiful treasures
There was nothing he could hold .

So he sort out the bones of the dead .

But these bones were made of marrow ,
so he left them on a shelf ,
and bartered for their silver ,
and stole for their wealth ,
and kept some for his sorrow .

But all he really wanted ,
was a woman he could hold.
for a heart that was as pure
as the love he could not
hold

So he died with tears falling
for a love he could not keep ,
so many tears falling ,
he could count them in his
Sleep .

He pulls a Cadaver behind him on a cart
full of bones
with only a lantern to guide him                                                             as as Shame and sorrow are holding pitch forks and ropes .
On dark  cobbold streets made of stone ,
his dark arts of brutality and bone .

But For this love he would give the heart of this man ,
who once walked these streets with purse strings in hand ,
For now his bones are all accounted for in the price they might fetch .
Each counted seperatly and left on a shelf .

A for a few shillings more and  a great deal of wealth ,
A crypt for the dying
a statue of stone,
for their wealth .



Four Silver bells he would ring ,
just before tea
as their servants made room for his lady and me .
and placed before us a banquet of meat ,
that no one was ever  quite sure ,
Where it was from ,
but  was always a treat .

And every night the clock struck ten ,
With sorrow and shame ,
he would leave again ,
with Four silver bells this time ,
just to make sure
to leave one inside ,
for the rich and the poor .
For every corpse has his bride
and if she dos’nt ring ,
a ting a ling ling ,
he will be out digging once more ,
that is for sure .