these images burn deep in my head

as the faeries tie my hands with thread



I'm powerless, I'm empty ...

no salvation for me



my brittle bones crack and break like leaves

as the soul slips away like sand

yet sticking to the cobwebs

that have made their home my head



darkness in the fields of long ago

the dream is lost from mind

where has the magick gone

that I once held in my hands

these secrets blown away so fast

they go to join the sand

sticking to the cobwebs

that have made their home my head