Tombs of Massachusetts
Once I did dare to face eternity to be free
My life like falling leaves as I walk amongst red trees
Conversations of old in tongue be lost to never sing back to me
Bones of Ivor and over these high scales of seas
To Helios I give thee back that lost flame of your burning sun
I am here to remake the tales of your Fallen one
Came apon that God fallen of denoting song selling the Celtic cross
Nailed to his false son on the burning tree is my justice lost
Serving time denied a smile or his freedom bond
Paint your deity to stand totem poles
No tree doth speak to me as fields burn of the love you stole
Pain heard cries of a thousand skies that hold agony upon their soul
Symbiotic polar opposites good will I instilled to those who fall
Prayers you spoke on my morning woke the breaching demon over city walls
Opening church doors with that very pole our seige machine of sacrament to burn halls
You take of us the right to live with no cup or open laws
Crying infantile I reject your denial to look at me the truth undefiled
I bare no horns or tailed scorn smiled the human born to the wild
Break what you made to words redefined of blasphemer
None shall survive as all that you kill comes full circles of the Redeemer
Humming Witches kept secrets when they weep in willows sowd
Crying fire of their burning love to meadows
Monarch of Meridian no smelter for remelting black obsidian
No sin did the children of star bring to thou kingdom
Their ashes we keep to draw the rotating mass in earth's deep
Forest of scorn no tree reborn ever to hear the ancient oak smile or speak
Elms of Elven circles eleven their retreat of path is revealed
Should but a word be misheard then eyes should conceal
Under moons we romance the night view to dance with tree
Our fire be the four corners of sea we need not see to believe
Solemn in Salem my lament to circumvent injustice of times that take from the free
Testing ones best should yourself find time to pass
If only one question answered be told but never asked
Falling ember give me no heart so feint to remember
My heart to earth of soil in dirt my love rests with my fairies of every December
Still I see them in open eyes of waning lines with fire and song
Distant in time but not of mind I float with thee to dream and beyond
Her Autumn hair be my heart on banner to fly free in wind
Still in air the circles from our stratosphere do I hear that voice as you sing
She be reasons infinite to survive as you sit at the edge of time watching me
Those lips to my neck as you whisper what love does mean
I see them my ending friend, calling old names to wed the Nexium
They call the wall of tides to the shire lost in Wrexham
Stirring in pots to the animals of the Knott shan’t we abscond with their pendulum clock
They will watch as the shadows rock to beats of the creature preacher his keys of the ancient lock
The door to the nevermore now opens as they carry stones from the crypt with a knock
