sacred grove secret transformation
nightshade grown girl into a maiden
thorny paws from dancing in the roses
wraps herself in a bearskin tied with roses
wilting in the sun with you
drinking from a bowl shaped moon
I know you'll make a vestal bride
but darling you were free that night
moss and stone amethyst embedded bone
pale and thin orchids grow upon her skin
bowing down folding like a flower
fennel crown interwoven shadows
piercing through the boughs to you
picking through the bones for you
shining through the bars of brass
prisoner beneath the grass
la la la la la uh huh
la lala lala uh huh
may this be the last may this be the last
I hide your name beneath each word I speak your name
I wear your ghost just like a gown over my own
may you be the last may you be the last
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