The Heart Named Revolution
I heard a petal fall from the stem,
A small spark on the breeze,
And down it fluttered as up you flew
On downy rose tinted wings.
The sight, the sound, oh woe to heart!
I had never understood.
Or perhaps it was I could not feel
Your touch through coffin wood.
But as you struck, and then were struck,
My heart, I felt it freed
As sorrow battled inner sorrow
As love burst from the seed.
The king is toppled, the last move played
The card house tumbles down.
My first last chance to make a move,
But I'm just a witch in gown.
When Humpty fell no horses came
The king's men all forgot
But I still search, and patiently,
I will find what I have sought.
So please return, ill-fated prince
Your smile I truly miss
My words to you then: all a sham!
I long for my victors's kiss.