Broken lullaby

Broken lullaby 
On your sacred scarlet lips
Antique visions
Of primary fears
Over you
Dark shadows 
Like a thick veil
Of confusion

Some insistent looks
Your masters
Your threats 
Your prison
The curse that holds you
Black, with a sharp edge
Like a sword of Damocles
Above your head


Fly fly
Flying bird
Fly as far as you can
Fly, far from the madding crowd
Far from the empty words 
Of the living dead
Far from the spiteful tongues
Far from the city's blindness

As near as possible
From your heart and dreams' 
Magnificent song