The Blood Splattered Pimpernel

fiery steel quenched in dark soils blood
plays the lyre in venice for a coin
tries the bones one by one
puts the butterfly in the snuff box
sleeps for one hour
always hears beautiful music

the pine tree brought death in march
and phosphore's coffin nails pierced their feet
we pick the mallows in their stead
cut our hazel at once, the break of dawn
burn the rest

the three ladies came with grace
the beauty echoed in my mind
when I put my hand out
I got my ring

venit, guidon de fauville
why cant we choose the third as nine?
why wont you stop my bleeding?

that sand will not save us
vervain will not suffice

lets seek refuge in the pyramid

perhaps we will see the black hen
and the feast of the old man

velvet inlaid with gold adorned
the zealous man and the veil of the host torn
taken by storm, alas

sheets of linen lined before me
i take the gold studded sun
as done before me, i will do great deeds
but now is the time for solitude

not for you, you will play along
after passing through the gate
the trial of nutmeg was late
i will hunt you like the young wolf of mars
and flow like a red wrist ribbon in the wind

your good ribbon will not do
neither will the drawing end of the pin
dont try to cross and shoot
no bullet of bread, no powder of wine
i forge your soul, be my eternal henbane
take the lunar horn, wear the garland of vervain

be the willow, pretty pimpernel

be my knife
be my lancet
be my ink

lets listen to the four cardinals sing
lets gather their red feathers
build us a home

but nothing good shall come to us

so maybe not

now
i cant wait to give you the calx viva
while you bask in the solar rays.