Water the lilies in the pond, gone
Make their stems grow green and fond
Let them bloom, siting on their own
Pour them gin; the fairies are gone
Hear the singing, dead and gone?
C’est la sirène wailing in the dawn
Come to me fairies, water the buds
Make my smile shine upon the studs.
And as the sun gazed, over the stones,
Her soul sank, into the unknown
Torn her cave, une catastrophe
Now only soldiers, hear her wailing,
When there is no one left sailing
Only the fairies, feeding the ailing.
Just someting I wrote yesturday late at night.