Queen Of Keys
She’s droppin keys
Through the gates of me
And all my patterned peices
Queen of Hearts
And a Crown of Blood
And a Fire Feathered Freedom
She walks on holographs
Cracked ground she stands
Sees through your black and white
She always finds red
From her holy heart of fire
Birds fly for the first time
Cry petals as they rise
I didn’t choose red
She chose me, She chose me
I didn’t choose red
She chose me, She chose me
Peering through the Looking Glass
I am Alice, I the Queen
I balance both dream keys
Crowned in the blood of martyrs
Regals hearts enveloping
These ivy vines she shatters
Unlocking her own heart,
As she Spills the blood of ages
I am the spirit of the rose
Scent that lingers past its form
No decay In my timeless world
She’s Smell sweet as a summer bloom
Of the ghosts of roses past
The remembered kiss
The lost embrace…
The changing of the guard, The guardian of the change...
The skeleton of a flower that blossoms unforgotten
When I revel in
Her crimson kiss
Her timelessness
I cannot conceal
My velvet underground
Our lady of portals
Where mystery resides
The Phantom of a Wild Rose
In Pure Ravishment
I fulfill my covenant
This love has me blooming open
I didn’t choose red
She chose me, She chose me
I didn’t choose red
She chose me, She chose me
