The Crowned Daughters

The woods whispered a woeful tune
Rustling leaves in autumn hues
The same eve that I found you there
Hauntingly fair, stranded and bare

The trees murmured a mournful hum
Lingering light from a dying Sun
When your ashen stare met mine
Wringing me tight, eyes hollow
And white, deprived of life

Arcane symbols on your wrists
A wooden crown of weeds and sticks
And well-sealed in your outspread
Arms, your porcelain palms
A mystical charm for the chosen ones

The queen will bloom within your womb

The queen shall rise now
The wait is over
She’ll be reborn again to rule
This stranded earth

The queen shall rise now
The wait is over
She’ll be reborn again to lead
These mislaid hearts