Apple Bed

Of horses wet with melted ice

They would not heed my advice

And burdened limbs of its weight

To break and rot a whispered fate

Please doctor, please

Around me, in a bloody sea

To breach the hive and smoke the bees

You can be my friend you can be my dog

You can be my life, you can be my fog

Please doctor, please

The witches will return to their sticky tree knots

I will feel the sun, I will feel the sun

I will feel the sun coming down

I wish I had a horse's head

A tiger's heart, an apple bed