A Spirited Tea Party
The cups floated in the air
The cups floated in the air
A King’s order is a King’s command
everything I need, I find
You held the ornate cup of tea
under a crimson moon
I’ve been dabbling in alchemy
The earth twitches when the sun shines down Warming the dirt Awaking what’s underground fingers stretch unbound formally inert The earth twitches when the sun shines down eyes open to crumbling shrouds newly alert Awaking what’s underground moaning drifts from old burial mounds unsettling concert The earth twitches when the sun shines down villagers flee from the sound quickly desert Awaking what’s underground sunbeams shimmer all around Warming the dirt The earth twitches when the sun shines down Awaking what’s underground
I was supposed to write about flowers today but they are hidden in their graves the sky is dark and gray I was supposed to write about flowers today the rain drives my thoughts astray the bulbs lay in earthen caves I was supposed to write about flowers today but they’re hidden in their graves
Keep your whispers to yourself I’d rather listen to the rain Don’t hiss them at anybody else Keep your whispers to yourself Store them bottled on a shelf I don’t want to hear your stains Keep your whispers to yourself I’d rather listen to the rain
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