Eaglestone Robin Mark/Erlandsson Adrian Paul/

Piras Gianpiero Guiseppe/Powell Martin F

Sibilant and macabre Walpurgisnacht sauntered in

Skies litter with five pointed stars

The work of crafts surpassing sin

As she graced her window ledge

An orphaned gypsy nymph

This issue of the forest's bed

Skin flushed with sipped absinthe

Her eyes revealed as bracken's peak

Tried once concealing hell

A snow white line of divine freaks

In riot where they fell

The circus lurches in a ring of promised delight

For seven days and seven festival nights

What wicked wonders lie within the confines

Of the panther's den

She watches from a maypole on the rip of her tongue

The restless spirit of Christmas to come

A Gretel sick of merely sucking her thumb

Than gingerbread men

Spawned scorned abhorred by the aerial

She was the light of the world going down

War torn forlorn and malarial

She was found born in a burial gown

Born in a burial gown born in a burial

Unloosed the chain of her god given cross

Seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose

In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost

Too many decades misfit and mislaid

In innocence a tender legend of prey

Parades her second coming now they're running afraid

Spawned scorned abhorred by the aerial

She was the light of the world going down

War torn forlorn and malarial

She was found born in a burial gown

She was found born in a burial gown

She was found born in a burial gown

Now she moves with a predator's guile

Beyond the fire lit circle of life

She soothes your cold heart for a while

Then matches it's beat syncing in with a knife

She wrestles her dreams with a delicate case

Espied by her cross on the wall

And should she awake through embrace or mistake

She would take Jesus bless foot forward and all

Sibilant and at last

The circus crawled away

With another lover in it's arms

Dancing on her grave

Born born born born born

Born in a burial gown

She was found born born born

Born in a burial gown

Born in a burial gown