June Hawthorn - at last! Lyrics

I clawed my way out of desecration
I basked in the glory of the oxen
I held the wooden ladle and drank from your brook
You pulled me in and we sailed to your nook

Lavender flowers grew from my winter tears
The summer breeze of your songs blew away my fears
Ashore at last! I've found the deadliest of swains

Your candles made of the tallow of my serpent moult
Kindled by the bark of the spruce tree so old
Their sap and their shavings dug into the skin
Of the valleys between your fingers so haunting

Your grip molds crevices on my harvested fields
Bruises to mark that I am yours to wield
And I slip through the abyss of my own stealthy desires
Where my devastating pain is a damned pleasure to be admired

But the wicker is tied tight round my throat
And you drag me out to the cloud upon which you float
As you lower and lower your venomous mouth
To kiss the wind right back in through my poisonous snout

Life possesses me once again
And I wake up drenched
And covered in your feathers