the sky was the colour of dead swans wings
the placid dove roused to violence by the lashing winds
hills bruised with heather tortured by relentless rain
a lone weeping figure, naked save for shroud of pain

my misery
will out last the dulcet glow of the sun
lost in abandonment
the ghost consumed by evrything that has failed to be

I told the bitch I loved her
held her face in hand
told her I would never leave
gossemer promises so perfect yet so fragile
deftly spun soon torn apart by the winds of deciet

old aggie saw him riding
look of purpose on his face
hard upon the richmond road
best get yourself in doors girl
an ill wind chills my bones
and I dont think hes coming home

having taken his fill of her flesh
my sire fled
leaving the weeping whore soiled and bereft
not before his seed had taken route and I came to be
over come with shame
she fled to the river to abort herself clean

sarkless she stands in the murky water
gutting her womb with whatever bloody hands can find
roses and tears blossom on pale cold skin
to late she acknoledges
the storm bearing down upon her pretty head
rain soaked all hope lost she lets her lungs fill with silt and weeds

here in my cold wet birth grave
I was born and shall haunt
imprisoned in the swaddling flesh
of my mothers womb

forever I haunt this place with my curse
trapped in the roting womb of this wretched whore
forever unborn the pain corrupts both flesh and mind
my hatred contaminates the soil
the bitches weeping will never cease
I will gift her untold horror for the torment she bestowed on me
unbirth eternal imprisoned in her flesh forced to share the lords disdain
so I invest my pain to tear the earth apart
my rage will blacken the soil and curse the purest heart
and we shall remain as one till sun is long dead and gone
wandering the blackened earth beneath a starless sky forever more