Diana's Song
Golden gates,
And a lonely, winding road.
A silver sun,
And the lonely night implodes.
Reaching up to touch the sun,
That sets the waves afire.
I am a glorious sinner,
My pinfeathers plucking at my bones.
Oh, the lonely road to Paradise!
I think I missed a turn,
For suddenly, I see that I
Can find no books to burn.