Blessed tree of the forest
It blooms with the wind
And in it's mind eye
It shall whither to love

So a fawn but a man
Asked the queen, but a mother
A freedom of a night
Without her rule

He had discovered the prettiest of thistles
A stinging sensation
Her dress looms through the Earth
And her heart looms through his soul

But the queen of the forest
Was his master
She pulled from a cradle of leaves
For he was left to leave

He owed her life
But wanted a night
Of waves in the ocean with his flower

The queen, the tyrant
Agree she may
But in her heart
She was dancing through thorns

But the lover was dead for when the fawn reached
She was stabbed at the heart
A baby left to die

The man returned
But his mother was dead
By a wilted tree