the scarred people

emily took to flight

on see-through wings of white

over the seven seas careened

in beauty yet unseen

a withered rose in bloom

a blooming rose of doom

scattered all around

for the heavens to abound

and like the sweetest cream

with loveliness extreme

emily went to play

on that sacred day

one love in red who loves darkness

one love in white who loves darkness

one love in black who loves darkness

one love supreme who loves darkness

one little butterfly who loves darkness

one tear to cry who loves darkness

one billion angles loves darkness

'cause even god loves darkness

emily went to play

when gold turned into clay

the morning drain the night

of all beauty left in sight

and soaked in reality

of not much more to see

she disappeared into the haze

in her own peculiar ways

and like the sweetest cream

with loveliness extreme

emily went to play

on that sacred day