Cruel November

Today I picked a bunch of daisies...
And they've got malice in their eyes,
Wanton coming on
Like forbidden decadent chocolate again.

For all the lands that have been stolen
As each of the meadowlarks decide to sing,
This was not meant to be a forever song.

Cast from the fires that burn throughout the abyss,
It is our greatest challenge;
Overcoming the white maiden martyr
She comes to us each night and cries,
Reaching out for the one that her heart still longs for...

And it covers me in coveted waves of silk,
Etched from such tears...

His crystalline presence blanketing the earth,
Sewing his seeds of sorrow and hate...
But they were not the ones to blame.

You've no one but yourself left,
Hiding emotion inside this cruel November...
It is a place of enormous sadness.

Left alone...
And caught,
Like daisies, in the storm.