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The October Princess Pt.1

I sit along the road alone
I, the October Princess,
Keeper of the Season of Sorrow
Sit and smoke a cheap cigarette
That’s only promising a slow death
Tired, I walk along the sunlit road
With the heat of Hell all around
I, a slightly dethroned goddess,
Long for my land
The land of faeries, vampires
Those damned were-beasts, and the in-between things
Along this road are nothing but
Confused dreamers
Each knowing a truth, but never the truth
Along the road, I met an angel
Who was weeping about being lost
And that her wings were dirty
I faced the angel and told her to stop crying
“Where am I?” She asked
I sighed, “This is the Place of Skulls
The wind sounds like mourning.
Can you hear it?
This place is dark. This place is evil.
You don’t belong here.”
I pointed East, “That way is your home.”
The angel smiled, “Thank you. But—where do
You belong?”
I looked away to hide my tears from the angel,
“I don’t know….”

07-16-99
cri de Coeur

Description
The October Princess Pt.1

I sit along the road alone
I, the October Princess,
Keeper of the Season of Sorrow
Sit and smoke a cheap cigarette
That’s only promising a slow death
Tired, I walk along the sunlit road
With the heat of Hell all around
I, a slightly dethroned goddess,
Long for my land
The land of faeries, vampires
Those damned were-beasts, and the in-between things
Along this road are nothing but
Confused dreamers
Each knowing a truth, but never the truth
Along the road, I met an angel
Who was weeping about being lost
And that her wings were dirty
I faced the angel and told her to stop crying
“Where am I?” She asked
I sighed, “This is the Place of Skulls
The wind sounds like mourning.
Can you hear it?
This place is dark. This place is evil.
You don’t belong here.”
I pointed East, “That way is your home.”
The angel smiled, “Thank you. But—where do
You belong?”
I looked away to hide my tears from the angel,
“I don’t know….”

07-16-99
cri de Coeur