The Weeping Tree-Funeral Fornication

Dare I dream Of a sun shackled to slumber's chain When the seeds of midnight Sprout a blind rampage of misery Cutting into my soul And placing a penance therein Would the wound heal over With moss or lican A symbiote scar of what has come before Dare I remember Many moons of autumn rupture Despair would grow as grains will In welcome for the coming reap(er) Strong enough my arms once were To hold a century's worth of nooses Throttled tongues spake unanswered prayers As a harvest moon hung above An ever watchful eye Lifeless and sullen, spirited away My core is empty, dry and rotten I'm dying in the lea I've laid down armor I've cast away my sword My kingdom lies in eternal ruin Though I swore to defend