The Lilac and The King

(Отсылка к мифу об Аиде и Персефоне)

Lilacs whispered, dusk was falling, 
Somewhere I heard a king’s voice calling,
"Why are you sitting in the dirt 
With nothing but a white nightshirt?"
I told the King, "I’m from the lost." 
He smiled, "Oh what a bonny ghost!
In my world, we play a game.
If you fail, you'll have to pay."

You smell of fear and memory,
And of a sandpaper sky.
But underneath, I scent the sea.
The deathly chill is nigh.
The truth you hide,
The truth you steal,
That whispers,"Come back home."
You cannot touch, you cannot feel
My heart's unceasing storm.

The choice was given, stark and cold, 
To be reclaimed or to be sold,
To wander as an empty shade  —
A price the woods had made. 
I turned to go, to leave the King,
His throne, his claim, his silent scream.
But something in his proud frame
Called out my hidden name.

You smell of fear and memory,
And of a sandpaper sky.
But underneath, I scent the sea.
The deathly chill is nigh.
The truth you hide,
The truth you steal,
That whispers,"Come back home".
You cannot touch, you cannot feel
My heart's unceasing storm.

Through library of living lore 
Where silent footsteps pace the floor...
A ferryman with hooded sight 
Said, "King, you’ve met your fight."
A castle carved from night and stone. 
A king who ruled his world alone  –
He touched my hair and warmed my feet.
The monster that I ought to flee.

You smell of fear and memory,
And of a sandpaper sky.
But underneath, I scent the sea.
The deathly chill is nigh.
The truth you hide,
The truth you steal,
That whispers,"Come back home".
You cannot touch, you cannot feel
My heart's unceasing storm.


Ссылка на песню: https://youtu.be/3afZoNLxcCg?si=tLI7wt97muxLQtNb
 

© Анна Юннис, 2026 A.D.