-The Queen-
I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the brow-beating light
While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high

And my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves, and the bright

Brighter shine

It's my shine

And he

Was a baby abandoned
Entombed in a cradle of clay
And I was a soul who took pity and stole him away

And gave him the form of a faun to inhabit by day

Brightest day

It's my day

And you

Have removed this temptation that's troubled my innocent child
To abduct and abuse
And to render her rift and defiled

But the river is deep to the base and the water is wild

I will fly you

To the far side