Lucille’s Dream

You haunt the halls I walked last year,

You leave them shaking in cold fear.

The walls that built us crumble down,

Leaving bright rust on our crowns.

I bind you with the spells and records,

They blind you with the fruit nectar.

Love, you can find a home in me,

Please do not drink the poisoned tea.

You fear the hands which you once loved,

You buried all our turtle doves.

The chariots that brought you here

Now take your bones to rest, my dear.

-JW