La Fol Amour - The Ghost Of Lemora

Was I the subject of your blackest dreams?

A slave to your desire?

Just the victim of your darkest schemes?

Fuel my sacrificial pyre.

Your facade has crumbled, you look different now

Hindsight is a cruel and wicked gift

Your mask has slipped, that your expression one so proud

Now this creature in my midst

My fantasies that first shocked but then delighted me

Your first against the wall

No sympathy, free of guilt and culpability

upon my sword I had to fall

Now the flash and thunder magnifies my pain

Clearly this world loves you

Paramount are the people who forward your self gain

So easily manipulated by you

your tarot has commanded down this chasm I must fall

My star lies in cold blood.

Your arrogance ever greater, your regard so minuscule

I crave the advent of the flood

I await the flood

You’re gone, finally you’re gone

No longer will you haunt me

And where your protection had once shone

The truth in all it’s harsh light, there for all to see.

Abandoned and discarded, executioners decree

The precious things we spoke of shake like snow

I wonder if you’ll get this delicious irony

the twisted mirror imagery, see who’s laughing now

D’you see who’s laughing now?

I know I’m just a victim of le fol amour

Resigned to repeat that sad refrain

Adrift in this black ocean, so far from any shore

Reluctantly afraid to love again

Your winter has abated, my spring has just begun

My vista so golden and so blue

Your eclipsing presence no longer hides my sun

Enlightenment illuminates my view.

The fickleness of life and the folly of the game

As Desire and Despair walk hand in hand

Pessimist and Optimist, the proud twin’s pseudonym

grinning as the dreams begin again

Every silver lining has a cloud