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 her rift and defiled 

But the river is deep to the base of the water 



And I 

I will fly you 

To the far side