Yesterday she asked of me
In her curiosity
Why she must swear her fealty
To a Lord that burns and cracks
Can you see the rusty brass
In the broken shards of glass?
There is no light
in the woods tonight,
but I think I might
see a glimpse of brass
She refused to understand
Every answer I had planned
She asked about the hidden strands
And of what could come to pass
Can you see the brittle brass
In the fractured looking glass?
There is no light
in the woods tonight,
but I think I might
see a glimpse of brass
When the next day I awoke
And the trees were filled with smoke
I could find nothing but her cloak
Lying on the rusted grass
Can you see the molten brass
In the clear and polished glass?
There is no light
in the woods tonight,
but I think I might
see a glimpse of brass
As I rushed between the pines
While the shivers wracked my spine
I found her praying at a shrine
And her skin was made of brass
Can you see the regal brass
In the forest made of glass?
There is no light
in the woods tonight,
but I think I might
see the shining brass