Between Two Fools

words shared between old friends
looks passed between past lovers
awkward moments where he pretends
his heart has forgotten hers

like a card game he used to play
but can no longer remember the rules
he says goodbye, she goes on her way
closes his eyes as his heart pulls

love can no longer save the day
in a conversation between two fools

stumbling through sunlit days
her face still appears in dreams
and even in them she seems to say
wait a while, all is not as it seems

years pass but he never forgets
a love once shared long ago
grayed with age and many regrets
setting them aside pulling her close

love will always save the day
in a conversation between two fools

Elaine of Astolat & the Old Men of Kathmandu

they say a witch lives in the mountain
where old men visit a wishing fountain
once every one hundred years she appears
soothing, calming, taking away our fears

they pack their cares neatly in sacks
next to their diaries written in facts
with wishes like to be young once again
to take the hand of the lovely lady Elaine

ancients remember and you should as well
the time of casted spells when angels fell
she died in flight the sky island queen
her face someone said so lovely and serene

will they say the same of us i wonder?
in our coffins refusing to simply go under
will we be afraid to come down mountainsides?
to kneel beside the beautiful bride who died

pressing one careful finger to our lips
whispering prayers from some forgotten script
we all continued making the sign of the cross
as the whole court began mourning the loss

of our lovely lady, the lady of Shalott

Vera Zasulich & Mariia Benevskaia

a tale of two sisters so in love with life
open the book and cast your eyes
with a rested head do not fret
for with a smile by nice or vice
she will tell such pretty lies

coming to visit with a rose in hand
and in the other a gun behind her back
she was quite clever in her thought
very clever indeed to fire but one shot
missing his heart still fading to black

she became a terrorist not to kill
but to give her life in sacrifice
she slapped his hand before his try
taking his gun so he could not strike
this is how to give and not take a life

falling heads, tears, and to her knees
she begged the crowd 'shoot me please'
dropping rose, gun, and to the ground
fingers clutching close to a cross charm
we quietly concede not all is heroic deed