His eyes burst like an infinity of stars. How I wish I could hold just one. However, his stars shine for someone else. I can tell in his constellations.
His stars are far away So in this darkness, I will stay.
Dear Willow by the stream Why do you whisper of things that have been? Your secrets old as lore Legend or actuality Is the question.
Dear Willow tell me your secrets Of the past wars. Whose blood stained your trunk? Whose initials are scraped from that heart? Murmur about the skeletons under your roots.
Dear Willow speak of me To my kin and their kin and many after. Tell of my melancholy heart And my downhearted loneliness. Speak of me my dear Willow like none before.
Sorrow seeps from thine eyes Like love weeps from my heart. My love is an arch-villain. You should put a caution on my brain. Once you lust me You will never love again.
Oh Queen of the Night Why must you wither before the morning light? The gypsy among the burning sand. The sun with its burning wasteland Pales in your brooding sight.
Live just one more day Because the sun hates what it can not touch. Oh, what a tragic love!