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Black flowers, please
Oh when I saw you standing there
Wild flowers dying in your hair
Child of harvest time coughing up must
Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust
Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill
Your smile started bleeding and then the mill
Shearing and sharing your love and your rage
Whilst hawk's head descending
Spewed out a new age
It isn't very good
In the dark dark wood
In the middle of the night
When there isn't any light
There are four corners to the world she said
And every one is manned with fire and ice
Through black glass darkly I can see her truth
Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war
She points to squares of wax and writes backwards
I veil my face from her and from her light
The pointless games she plays out for want of power
To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain
Her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound