Was it a dream? Was it in Hell? What is the difference? I scarcely can tell Is it just I Or the world That's gone mad? This Vision insane, I'll explain, that I had...
Mourning for something Something I've never known I Search for a headstone A Plot with a marker But what did I find In time? Nothing but a blindness inside And golden birds in the clouds of my eyes
Then a ghostly waif did arrive And demanded: "Who will love or listen to me now? What lost urchin searches for my poor disfigured ghost?"
And so a Grave I did find In time Not one of the dead But voices echoing in my head They said:
Standing condemned The trial commenced None to defend her and no evidence Vaguely aware Of her hands in their chains Heedless of all that the chamber contained
The sentence was passed The barristers laughed When they had killed her they cut her in half
When golden birds flew Out from her severed halves They trapped them to sell to the gathered riff-raff
All the ghosts had gone unnoticed there They haunted Every corner of the court and Outside in the square they waited
Golden feathers now in their tin cages Waving farewell to the shades as they brought her to
This place where only memories can breathe She sits sewn together and scarcely bereaved Unheard she sings an unearthly lament And no one on earth seems to know where she wentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
