Semiprecious Elysian Fields

7. "The dearth of love pt. IV"

A hapless romantic danced on the shallow wings of a marauding bird
With an empress as marvellous as an emperor's crown
And the echoes of the mythical purposeless pain of the past, now
A chanted chorus to the beautiful rap their minds are entangled in

They lived a metaphorically hyperbolic life of a polyandrous wife;
Wife of sanitized pain, sweet pain and mumbling pain,
Pain as savvy as the twilight of a broken virginity;
Pain that will return, bouncing on a moon no more

O' does it really matter, what the heart violently shackled
And buried beneath an ancient castle in ancient Egypt.
For like Maya's ancient caged bird's rap sheet,
The chorus is louder than a first Halloween gimmick.