THE QUEEN In the ci...
THE QUEEN
In the citadels of Halifax, Dripping every wall with the thickest wax, The regent's poison in the goblets, As they remove the blade that's in their backs.
To see with more than eyes, Read their moves like they're written on their faces, Across the board, across the sea of foreign places, Poisoned cups are filled with lies, Travel lands to different graces, The end of eras filled the wax covered vases, The glass cabinet which is her life, To get through her, will take a sacrifice,
Wax covered the walls, Preservation in the palace halls, To keep it safe within ourselves, Our hope and sanctity, Preservation above all else.
Preserve the covenant, The armature, the chairs, the furniture, Every detail, a mark to mature, Ornaments to be sure, Dispatch the holdings of the treasury, What we said to put too readily.
Break the soul in two parts because it's broken in the rectory, Hopeless, lifeless for what she said to me, Under the heal of endless revery, Broken on a lifeless life to be, Preservation constrained and never free, Wax covered, leads to a better me.
To see with more than eyes, Read their moves like they're written on their faces, Across the board, across the sea of foreign places, Poisoned cups are filled with lies, Travel lands to different graces, The end of eras filled the wax covered vases, The glass cabinet which is my life, To get through me, will take a sacrifice.
Preserve The Queen to save the monarchy, Paint the walls with wax, And then fall to the floor and paint me.
In the citadels of Halifax, Dripping every wall with the thickest wax, The regent's poison in the goblets, As they remove the blade that's in their backs.
By Laurence Fuller, 2022 @laurencefuller www.laurencefuller.art/web3