Stones and bones lie under thrones. |
Let me go where the city sleeps We made promises we can’t keep Let the snow take away your fear of cold As it rests on your granite tombstone But the orange skyline takes me back To when we were spending our youth It was springtime deep in the forest You were the Lord of New Corinth I was the Cedar Grove Queen Not yet sixteen We made our kingdom By the blue-green Of a pond we called the sea We made our kingdom Out of the feather-like fabric of dreams You told me we’d journey to the east, Find our lives somewhere, Hidden away deep in the mountains Come by my glass at midnight, We’ll go wherever the gray curse Cannot follow our firelight Don’t protest, Don’t look away, If you wanted your throne of wood, You would go with me if you could Towards the sunsets Stained with golden innocence, The color of autumn leaves, I ask you Please If you won’t be with me, Tell me and I’ll leave you be Till the mountains recede Into the sea But I can never go, My house is here and so is my land, As are my debts, Many I cannot bury in sand If that is all that chains you here, Then I shall stay for you, My Lady Deer This I swear Even after the sun Bleaches the brown From your long, long hair Do not, my Direwolf dear, But if you insist, Then I suppose I will Speak the words you want to hear But the town kills With silent feet Riding on the promises Of the weak For when the final fall leaves Finished their lonely descents to the dirt, So rose the talons of the gray curse And Fate figured your worth, Sending you six feet into the earth Here I stand over your bones In the heart of the mountains That was to be our home Staring at the splinters of our broken thrones The words I never spoke in life, Death forces me to utter at your grave A shard of my soul shall always be your wife I’ll stay with you here This I swear Long after the sun bleaches the brown From my long, long hair. |