Oh when I saw you standing there Wild flowers dying in your hair Child of harvest time coughing up must Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of that hill Your smile started bleeding and then the mill Shearing and sharing your love and you rage Whilst hawk's head descending Spewed out a new age "It isn't very good In the middle of the wood In the dark dark night Where there isn't any light It isn't very good in the dark dark wood ..." "There are four comers to the world" she said "And everyone is manned with fire and ice" Through black glass darkly I can see her truth Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war She points to squares of wax and writes backwards I veil my face from her and from her light The pointless games she plays out for want of power To slake her bloodlust and for sake of pain Her ugly shapes breeding in her secret mound The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star Crawl There's one cracked bottle with no label on She nods and gestures limply with a broken smile "Do you fear death?" she says to me And shows me seven stars The seven seals of her seven years of Rose Cross madness "Well, Christus tells us that little children suffer - It's only tight that we should learn to suffer too!" The first seven are red as blood The second seven are not so red The third seven are like whitish smoke And all the world seemed to be in darkness And all the world seemed to be in brightness "There are four corners to the world" she sighs "There are four corners to the world" she cries "There are four corners to the world" she lies "There are four corners to the world" she dies