Madness On The Mountain
The day I ventured a walk
Of the flooded trail
I gave no thought coming down
I was seven miles up the mountain by the time the sun went down
Oh black branches
Too high to be wielded
Though the ground is moving
Moving under my feet
I lay down and speak
Deep deep to the heart of the wood
Where life has but one thought
Come alive you vainly doomed
Break the arms you're clinging to
The serpent didn't need them
But he's less terrified of truth
Drink the tea your lady made
Conjured sisters to elate
I see them bathing in the river
As vipers menacingly wade