"RED WEDDING"

 © 2013 Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR) 

I kissed the ruby rings

On the fingers of The Five Great Kings

Shaking in the long winter’s cold

And I’d give up everything

To hear once more the skylark sing

Whistling as the wind stirs my soul

But my Father, you know

Now you really must go

How I’d hate to say

I told you so

I drank from the golden cup

The Warrior’s wine, which filled it up

In the grand hall, on benches made of oak

Haunted by The Skeleton

Stripped of face and fiery skin

Hidden behind The Arbiter’s heavy cloak

But my Mother, you know

Now you really must go

How I’d hate to say

I told you so

I bathed in The Nymph’s clear creek

Felt sibylline lips against my cheek

Carried silver on down to the Gallows pole

And I’d give up my right to speak

To settle all the babies’ screams

Piercing like knives into my throat

But my Lover, you know

Now you really must go

How I’d hate to say...

Fee-fi-fo-fum

The horses trot numb to the rumbling drum

One-two-three-four

We all fall down on the chamber floor

Red wedding, red wedding!

Between The Lord and The Scorned Whore

Red wedding, red wedding!

We all fall down to the floor