The Mental Bride

Blue grows the tulip
White grows the Rose
I am writing a letter
To whom no one knows
 
Light falls the feather
Bright grows the fire
The irony of love
I will never tire
 
Green grows the grass
Heavy is the dew
All of this beauty
Is in tribute to you
 
A child to a mother
A moth to a flame
As timeless as tears
I will never be the same
 
A minute to an hour
A day to a year
A dark spirit’s voice
Is the only one I hear
 
Soft moonbeams
And silvery stones
Drifting lifeless in the water
Completely alone
 
Piercing rays
And shimmering skies
When the battle commences
Everyone dies
 
Dark grey ashes
And smoldering death
The world has fallen
I am the only one left
 
Demons rise
To plague the earth
Awaiting their master’s
Shadowed rebirth
 
I run and I hide
My face drawn and pale
An unwilling Queen
To finish the tale
 
I am given to him
A soul-bound slave
I am his possession
My love he will crave
 
I will not let him have it
So, I relinquish my breath
I know that the only way out
Is my death
 
I bury my blade
Into the depths of my heart.
After all, it’s my fault that
The world fell apart.
 
I fall to the ground with
A sigh of relief
The Goddess accepts me
My soul is released
 
Now I have peace
My depression is gone
The padded room opens
In tandem with dawn
 
My expression of joy
I am finally free
I will be fine
And the voices agree.