Prince Rupert

Rupert lies on a bed
In a chamber and watches the ****s
And the feather headed grasses
That waver on the grey stone balcony
He sees the blood-stained silk white sky
Of another dawn arise
But Rupert knows this crimson morn
Will turn to dusk and night will fall
Before the day...
Oh, give me this day
Prince Rupert calls
Give me this day
Rupert hangs by a thread
On the [...] above the cool soft bed
And daylight comes in flashes
Like memories of lightning through his mind
He sees the fleur-de-lis floor shine
Gold and white as the sun climbes
And glints into his ruby ring
Slipping from his finger, pale and thin
On to the floor
Oh, give me this day
Prince Rupert calls
Give me this day
Rupert lies on a bed
Where the night bows her head
Stars weave their dreams around him
Shaken from her loose black raven hair
Give me this day