The humming heart.
The honeybee.
The ancient monkey-puzzle tree.
The birthing of the baby lamb.
The breaking down of what I am.
And the changing of the seasons they remind me of the reasons why I left you.
The invitation to the feast. The inclination of the
beast.
The padding sounds of little feet.
The tearing out of baby meat.
And the changing of the seasons they remind me of the reasons why I left you.
You.
The frigid bride.
The winter's groom.
The waning and dilating moon.
The bitter end.
The frosting eye of everything that's come to die.
And the changing of the seasons they remind me of the reasons why I left you.
You.