The Man of No Mercy

I seek the blue planet,
With shores of burnished gold.
The sunset that bleeds like the flesh of men,
Pierced by the mountains old.

I wander toward the forgotten lands,
For a maiden clothed in green,
Her hair woven with sea-grasses
Her eyes, of violet sheen.

Upon her blooms a thousand roses
Her arms are lily white
But between her lips clasped the sweetest blossom
This flower I pluck'd in the night.

At once her breath, honey sweet,
Let out a rattling sigh
And the lily white arms clasped about my neck
Fell back, withered and died.

Gallant knight, in your shining armor,
You bring death in your wake
Death to the innocent, the beautiful and young,
You sow, and the reaper takes

Run, ride and gallop away my knight,
She is no maiden fair
Do you not see the glimmer in her eyes
That whispers of your despair

Truly, she wishes for the sweetness
The ambrosia of your youth
The glint of your gilded armor
The glimmer of your couth

The knight thus warned flees the crone
Draped in the kirdle of the maiden fair
Weeping beside the lake's rippling waters
Raking the weeds from her brittle hair

Oh Gallant knight, had you seen from your heart
The maiden that you'd left
Once past the dale, her age fell away
The maidens heart bereft