Meic Stevens Yorric
When love-centred breeze blows blossoms in my eyes, silks and sorrows
Amber embers in the salt-mines of my mind fear tomorrow
Tomorrow's jewel dawn the frozen beauty spun
The sun alive rises in the orange petal sky
Alas Yorric he is dead, poisoned sweetly
Flying long he bleeds flowers and beauty from his bed, lives completely
Safe from the rapist hands of time
The fire sparks echoes of a billion breaking hearts
Hallucinations in a universe of sun, space lies trembling
In mirages of dimension coloured hands, waters bubbling
Bubbling fountains from the eyes
Of blinded Lords graven in the white heart of the forge
Stolen snatches crumble midnight in a mood, effervescent
Blood blew tempers swifly captured and subdued, weep fluorescent
Caught in the bat-web wing of fate
A symphony, rubber leaves that melt from plastic-trees
Leaves alight that splits the spinning prism again, velvet blackness
Spies my purple dream with images of men, the priceless necklaces
Royal jewels knotted at the throats of strangled queens
Are soon cut loose, hangmen go their way to spend the noose