-The Queen-

I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the bough beating light

well my feet are the trunks, my head is the canopy

and my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves

and a bright, brighter shine

It's my shine

and he

was a baby abandoned

intombed in a cradle of clay

and I was a soul who took pity and stole him away

and gave him the form of a faun to inhabit

and a day, brightest day

It's my day

and you

have removed this temptation that's troubled my innocent child

to abduct and abuse

and to render ? and defiled

but the river is deep to the base of the water

and I

I will fly you

to the far side