Ella Is the First Rider - Shearwater

Ella is the first rider

Margaret is the last

The night is as black as a miner

Stars are spun like glass

Elephants and birds, tattooed beneath her shirt

Relics from her time in Asia Minor

Ella is the first rider, cold and pale as chalk

The bones of her face are aligning underneath the oaks

She sees men as skin and bones

With hearts in the shape of stones

Perpetrators of some terrible vision

Ella is the first rider

Her mouth is so severe

The fierce little jaws of a lizard

Are dangling from her ear

And her every freezing breath is drawn from the mouth of death

And her every little whisper is a murder