Spooning The Daughters Of Poverty Poem by Shannon Walker

Forever on the Autumn wind,
Drifting silently and cold,
Fairy, fairy, thirteen's your end.

Judas loves you with all of his heart,
And you gotta love a move that bold,
Forever on the Autumn wind.

Have mercy on him as he takes his part.
You were there when the vespers tolled.
Fairy, fairy, thirteens the end,

And Death's but a brand new start;
A Nightmare black galloping colt,
Forever on the Autumn wind.

To lift gently away, and then part
With our mutual flesh; behold,
Fairy, fairy, thirteen's the end.

And as stars do, we'll too blow apart,
And drift aimlessly, unfolding
Together on the Autumn wind.
Fairy, fairy, we have sinned,
And may we do it
Eternally
Over, and over, and over,
Again