In a place far from here,

Circled by mountains,

Her skirts are raised;

She gently sways.

And kings cannot relieve

Lady Genevieve



Through a glass crystal sphere 

Slowly revolving---

Her life is seen;

The blues are green

And holy man decieve

Lady Genevieve.



Butterfly to a pin 

Frozen in final motion.

Her colors fade

The bargain's made.

Collectors have achieved

Lady Genevieve.



Night has come,

So spread your wings

While they all are sleeping.

Try the wind;

Your wings will mend.

And happily conceive,

Lady Genevieve.



Lady Genevieve,

Torn from the willow,

Rest your head,

And none shall ere recieve.

My Lady Genevieve.