In the dead of times
I buried my head in wonder
I read my books by the light
Soundtracked by the rain and thunder
In the depths of the night
I took more than my chances
My mother was the sword and the fight
But her feathers were hard to remember
When the hours turned yellow and green
One thought took flight and carried on
A mystery surface deep
I was born to a story I didn't like
In the dead of times
I buried my head in wonder
I read my books by the light
Soundtracked by the rain and thunder
Serpentine
Voices every night in my dream
Sweet remembering of the words