Thè Rose breasted the foamy sea,
a hand came dripping from the waves,
'twas watery death, Queen Witch herself!
Sand clotted song pushed
through her ribs.

Chorus
A nova made her blackness sigh,
She was soaking in the brine...
Sing, ancient Witch, on your crack'd shell,
Sing and wash your skin so fine.

Rose as scepter, dark and fearsome,
stars to light death's luminous blade
curved to catch the careless kelp
to be placed before the Witch.

Chorus

The Queen laughs at all her ribs
that have been broken by her music,
She selects one for a rotting sailor.
Placing it in Adam's ribcage,
She waves her scepter, HE'S ALIVE!

But in the process the wounded Rose breaks,
sending cracks up her hand and arm!
When, at last, it breaks her heart,
she falls apart into the sand.

Chorus


[Bridge
By her husband she will lie
A pile to fill an hour glass
For it was meet that she should die,
for then they will embrace at last


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
and Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis