Hanging Gardens

Twisted East South North with the wind that rippled his

hair. Ice stare constant, laughing - but the joy had

gone. Snuffed out by the dawn, the rope had torn his

flesh and broke his neck and left him dancing on the air

in the Hanging Gardens.

Dancing with the dead -- so peaceful there.

Branded as a thief. They stole his name, they stole his

face. Gone without a trace... they killed his dignity and

squeezed him dry. Cryies for mercy lost on judges with no

ears, no hearts, looking smart in their black caps in the

Hanging Gardens.

Love notes and carnations, fading, slowly dying... lying

at his feet. Her sweet aroma lingered on the air. She

stood and stared. She was numb now. She'd cried so much

it had no meaning. So much salt and water flowing freely

through the hanging gardens.

Blow gently, blow gently...

Dressed in virgin's white, she masked her eyes with cold

surprise. He cursed her name, the pain was creeping

swiftly... twisted her inside. She retched and reached

out for a hand. She landed on her face. Disgraced. No

place for fainting queens in the hanging gardens...

A place for me, a place for you....