Virus Meadow

<br>Rattled chime, slow ringing echo<br>Roll around in virus meadow<br>Suck enchanted nightshade twine<br>Hear the bells beneath us chime<br>Sinking sermon, priest head murmurs<br>Holy words across the meadows<br>Kissed the plagues` black rolling hand<br>Through his lips the virus sang<br>And the rooks, they seemed to follow him<br>Wherever he goes<br>Flapping in the flat sky<br>Shrieking in the spire<br>Hanging from the lead sky<br>Dangling from the sun<br>The rooks, they seemed to follow him<br>Wherever he goes<br>Nodding thistle, english sun dew<br>Swansneck woman, child-bed meadow<br>Aching shoulders sink and grow<br>As the bells from ditches toll<br>And the smeared skin wrapped limbs<br>Of the night brothers<br>Struggling.... crawling<br>Through the empty crack of morning<br>Of the night brothers...<br>Of the night brothers....<br>________________________________________________________________<br>If you find some major mistakes, or simply wanna chat with<br>a licensed die-hard Trees-head, just mail me.....<br> Slow Pulse Ulisse <d92-upe@nada.kth.se>