Through a tempest swirl of glittery green,
she arrives to their hate unheard; unseen
But she makes it so far, and some spite is known
That’s when, in her heart, the doubt is sown
Through a tempest swirl of raging grey
she comes forth; she has much to say
But the words flow in and out their ears,
her love so cheap and theirs so dear
Don’t come here, my benevolent dove
Don’t preach here with orations of love
Take it elsewhere it’s not undeserved
Take it away, dove, go love and be loved
Through a dewy-eyed swirl of tempest blue
she begs for peace with cries of rue
The sound deadened by the cries of beasts
who hate to feed but love to feast
And so you’ve come, my benevolent fool
You’ve come to the dark with too bright a jewel
Surely the dark will swallow it whole
Run ‘fore it breaks yet another fresh soul
Surely this earth shall soil her heart
as she learns the spite that fuels their art
Surely the world will make of her a ghoul
as she fails to find hope in men so cruel
And surely she’ll grow to a ripe old age,
with prayers so heavy and wishes so caged
Then, in a tempest swirl of frightening black,
she’ll retreat to the void and never turn back
