Last night, Mother came to me
Her body was blue with poison and pain
Like some dream I did not see
I saw her once and I’ll see her again
There was music in the streets last night
That mist-lit fleet of fairies and elves
With snakeskin eyes glowing bright
They sang, they danced and they burned themselves
With every beat my window throbbed
By the rainwashed domes of ivory town
Children died and heroes sobbed
But silence fell as Mother came down
The rotting scent of her wasted breath
And that ancient womb that bore my grave –
They smelt of salt and moss-green death
As I stood naked by the hollow wave
Her gaze was cold like candle-flame
I lay still as the roots cried out:
“Mother! Mother! Where’s my shame?
From where did this poison sprout?”
But by the time the thunder clapped
I had lost my crown of thorn
The throne was broken, the cord had snapped
And Mother died and I was born
The three-horned beast went speeding by
And the forlorn mist had cast her spell
As whispers adorned the bleeding sky
Through the dark edges of the wishing well
As madness set the night ablaze
The only sorrow I couldn’t tame
had melted away in the timeworn haze –
My blue Mother – she has no name
And since that night it’s this fever
On moth-winged flames it rages high
This hunchbacked doom shall stay forever
Mother, Dearest, do you hear me cry?
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