
I grew up in the sunshine
Ran through dappled fields of gold
I sometimes hid in meadows,
But I did what I was told
I was the floral princess
Of my mother’s dreams
But a young girl cannot always
See through gods and their schemes
One red seed, and I’ll enter the night lands
Two red seeds, and he’ll give me his heart
Three red seeds, and the chill will come find us
Four red seeds, you can’t tear me apart
Five red seeds, and I’ll be here forever
Six red seeds, not until I’ve returned
My dark prince is the lord of the shadows
But my Great Mother could harvest the fallow
My tether was long, but I felt it
I had the run of the place, but there’s more
When he came through the earth, and it melted
I saw the craterous hole as a door
When I was new there, I swear I had terror
Each ripple of skin was a hill
But the shivering stopped when he held me
And I felt myself still
One red seed, and I’ll enter the night lands
Two red seeds, and he’ll give me his heart
Three red seeds, and the chill will come find us
Four red seeds, you can’t tear me apart
Five red seeds, and I’ll be here forever
Six red seeds, not until I’ve returned
My dark prince is the naught and the never
But my Great Mother is ever so clever
I feel a change
Upon me as my cloak grows long
And there’s a world above me
But this one makes me feel strong
The white cold is in my belly
But it will warm my heart
I take a glance around me
And I no longer start
I hear a thousand trap doors open
With the sound of my voice
And as each key becomes mine
I know it’s my choice
Oh, the wind does rise!
And it lifts my black hair
Good Sir, may I take your coat?
Dear Madam, can I offer you a spot on the boat?
(But don’t forget to tip the ferryman.)
I steeple my long fingers
These halls are mine, and they glow
When I feel the doubt within me
I pause, and let it go
I think of things that I've read
The things the poets extol
That make you feel whole, but I know that I’m whole
As I am; it’s my Soul
One red seed, and I’ll enter the night lands
Two red seeds, and he’ll give me his heart
Three red seeds, and the chill will come find us
Four red seeds, you can’t tear me apart
Five red seeds, and I’ll be here forever
Six red seeds, not until I’ve returned
My dark prince is hallowed like ballads
And my Great Mother accepts my beloved
One red seed, and I am the Donna
Two red seeds, this gown does becomes me
Three red seeds, I sing my own story
Four red seeds, I feel full of glory
Five red seeds, I'll keep my own counsel
Six red seeds, no need to announce it
My dark prince is King, so bow
And I stand tall; I am the Queen now
Oh, welcome to my table
Can I take your coat?
Help yourselves to the choicest treats
Silver shades need not wipe their feet
Old Lethe brings no pain
Do surrender all your shame
Please enjoy your stay
(Can’t leave here, anyway)
This is my Kingdom
This is my Kingdom
This is my Kingdom
This is my Home.
About the Creator
Deborah Stokol
Like the bards of old, Deborah Stokol sings + tells stories. She does this through her poetry, original musical compositions, melodies to literary works, and by playing several instruments. She is a writer, musician, teacher, and reporter.



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