The Flower PrincessThe princess lived in the castle
Picturesque. Dreamy. On a hill.
Its graceful lily towers
Stood proud, fair and bright.
They cast shadows in the moonlight.
She was pretty, of course.
Eyes pure as raindrops,
Hair the colour of cocoa,
Satin skin like sunbeams.
Youngest of three,
Ignored. Alone. Free.
Spent her time in the library
Immersed in scripts and scrolls
History. Mythology. Alchemy. Astronomy.
Old documents and diaries, recipes and poetry
Scrutinised their scrawl
and memorised them all.
Most of all, she loved stories.
Thick, bewitching tomes which promised
Adventure. Escapism. Romance.
Characters whose names she couldn't pronounce.
Folklore, mystery, horror and gore,
She read them all, she wanted more.
And so one day from the castle she crept
Stole like a thief through the city streets
Cloaked. Booted. Inconspicuous.
To where the old storyteller sat,
cross legged with an ancient cat,
His silver tongue spinning gold.
His voice was like honey, charmingly sweet
He could talk for hour
The AngelI've been told that there is always hope
Comforting as morphine.
Until she pierced my heart.
In the dust
I saw the angel
dancing. But in her love I don't believe.
I do believe
That when I had hope
I wished for an angel,
intoxicating as morphine,
to guide me through the dust
and heal my broken heart.
But I fear that my heart
no longer believes
in notes written in the dust
or fragile hopes,
languid as morphine.
She poisoned me, my angel
on silver lines. Angel
who stole my heart,
seductive as morphine,
who no longer believes
in me. I hope
it's a dream, delicate as dust.
In the dust
I watch my angel
draw flowers. Hope
for the hopeless. Heart
of stone. I believe
in her lips, like morphine.
Her touch, dangerous as morphine.
Her eyes, ethereal as stardust.
Yet she believes
in nothing, my crazy angel.
So I stole back my heart
and left her without hope.
In the dead night, I fed your morphine to my angel,
then brushed the dust off my heart.
I believe your song will return my hope.
Now I See The LightThe day was cloudy, filled with rain
A Heavy storm blotted out the light
and dragged upon my heart.
Frozen in time
I wandered from my path
Then cried at the stars, my fragile wish.
In making my wish
I stopped the rain
Then beheld the moon's pale path
In her silvery light
I realised the time
And put my hand upon my heart.
What has befallen us, my heart?
Did you not hear my wish?
Remember the time
When there was no rain
Only mirth and loving light
And I was so certain of my path.
It was straight as an arrow, my path
It pierced my innocent heart
But shadows fell over the light
And poisoned the power of my wish
Then black clouds did spill their miserable rain
Their relentless tears stole my time.
It's a funny thing, is time
Drifting by as I walk along my path
But you never forget the rain
For it leaves scars upon your heart
Oh, how desperately I wish
That I had not been taken from the light.
Now, I can see the light
And I dance in the fire of daytime
No longer need I wish
For I have found