Void in Virgo (The Nature of Sacrifice)

A forest of treetops
Bends their neck before you
The river sharp and wild
Straightened its course
Strange eyes peer out
From beneath a weeping willow
From doors high in the trunks
Of the mightiest pines
They watch the hills part ways
To ease your passage
The breeze to blow back
Against the ridge and the elms
A gathering by the pathway
Of oaks as old as age
A million creatures watching
As she slips through the forest
Her eyes could mak the world fall on its sword
Between the ross that spread themselves around her
Beneath the boughs that swept up to shade her
A million creatures watched as her tears filled the ocean
She lay her down at the top of the mountain
And was nailed upon the quarters
She lay her down upon a stone
And suffered the stroke
Copper knife
Give of life
Life and death
The honey of her breath
It does not grow stale
Only cold in its season
Her brilliance subjugated the downfall of the tyranny of men
The corpse-lords gnawing at their shadows
The dead men tearing this sick world apart
Let them gloat and in their greed
The trodden die
She lays between the Four Rivers
And listens to their sweet song
While the world churns and washes away
To a dark corner of her All
She listens to the sweet song of Rivers
Naked with the stars rising up to embrace her
She bleeds upon a stone and laughs
She lay her down at the top of the mountain
And was nailed upon the quarters
She lay her down upon a stone
And suffered the stroke
Copper knife
Give of life
Life and death
The honey of her breath