Ancient Poet - Beeswax

The grey pale of my skin

Trace the wound inside

Drive it down to the core

Dissolved in my vein

Take the break line

Find it hard to break

By the ancient poet

I am illuminated

The swan is gone

The beauty of mine

There is no wrap to falsify it

You are the queen of nowhere

The golden feather

Portrayed her misery

Riding the great horse

Fetch her resurrection

By the end

You got all you need

The sincerity

A Purity of honesty

By the end

You got all you need

The sincerity

A Purity of honesty