Smooth Ivory skin, Rotting underneath
Pretty white lies, Shower luxury's
Leave me a wooden casket, adorned with scenes of courtly love, Erotic encounters and heroism
"I love that man's wife so much that fire seems cold to me And I am that woman's friend."
Lamenting an impossible love, the words conjure an image of a forlorn man sitting by the fire, whittling his feelings into a stick
Mere spirit of golden horn lain shadowed
Trust rusted blade awaken veins
Orphan blood flow, Mercy disease spreads
Born home to parasites , Every word drops from tongue trickled in pandemic acid
Love Possessed cobra
Sliver around throat, Shock collar
Make bloody Mary's, Toast to another life
The courtly figures of a token joined by inscription
"I hope for dear summertime; wait – be willing in favour of me; smile, love, smile."
