I remember well
It was may day
And you and the other girls
Danced around the may pole, as was the way
You were the May Queen
Dressed in white with flowers in your hair
To my eyes you were alone
The only person there
Then, there he came
That golden God from your past
Smeared with the blood
from the stag killed last
He took you by the hand
And lead you off into the spring
I sat alone and watched
Swinging idly on a bench swing
Others came to me
Asking me to take them that day
But they weren't there to me
As I watched you walk away
I chewed on a piece of paper
To keep away the fear
Of the reality of what's happening
When you were not here
The sky turned orange
And the clouds became blue
Then I found myself
Confronted by three of you
One of you dressed in White
With your locks hanging in your face
Another dressed in Black
With every hair in place
And the last, the last was different
Not like the other two
She was completely naked
And writhed saying: I want you
The Black said: Hello My Love
The White: I don't love you
The other touched my leg
And said: I want you
And even though I had three of you
Right in front of me
All I could think of was the real you
Being laid down in ecstasy
Leave me, you shadows, said I
And thorns began to close around
The White shrugged, the Black wept, the naked moaned
As they melted into the ground
It was hours before he lead you back
And I caught glimpse of your eye
It might not have happened, but
I thought I saw you cry.
It was may day
And you and the other girls
Danced around the may pole, as was the way
You were the May Queen
Dressed in white with flowers in your hair
To my eyes you were alone
The only person there
Then, there he came
That golden God from your past
Smeared with the blood
from the stag killed last
He took you by the hand
And lead you off into the spring
I sat alone and watched
Swinging idly on a bench swing
Others came to me
Asking me to take them that day
But they weren't there to me
As I watched you walk away
I chewed on a piece of paper
To keep away the fear
Of the reality of what's happening
When you were not here
The sky turned orange
And the clouds became blue
Then I found myself
Confronted by three of you
One of you dressed in White
With your locks hanging in your face
Another dressed in Black
With every hair in place
And the last, the last was different
Not like the other two
She was completely naked
And writhed saying: I want you
The Black said: Hello My Love
The White: I don't love you
The other touched my leg
And said: I want you
And even though I had three of you
Right in front of me
All I could think of was the real you
Being laid down in ecstasy
Leave me, you shadows, said I
And thorns began to close around
The White shrugged, the Black wept, the naked moaned
As they melted into the ground
It was hours before he lead you back
And I caught glimpse of your eye
It might not have happened, but
I thought I saw you cry.
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