Pits in oranges... or is it pips? Whichever the case... it's in my heart...

The Girl of the Hour

Walked eight miles on the Avalon road
Met a girl of which this story is told
Her eyes were the colors of an emerald sea

Her skin was fair like a little lamb's hide
Her hair held the color of the darkness inside
Blood touched her lips as she sang out to me

'She was the woman of the ages
Was the fox's little wife
And she prayed a sombre prayer
for another mortal's life
She had an apple of eternal
was a Goddess in between
But the girl of the hour wants
another mortal's life!'

She sang of sights I would never behold
This timeless beauty of a wanderer's soul
Her words dripped the sadness of ten thousand tears shed

A Goddess longed for a story that's real
A careless wish for a moment to feel
Refused to act out the writings of the dead

'So she cast aside this Heaven
And came falling from the sky
But the fates were still against her
She was soulless in the night
So she roamed for quite forever
She knew not where to go
The girl of the hour stood
a lonely, silent sight.'

She met a girl on the Avalon road
The hollow being saw her wishes unfold
This girl stopped her story and she reached out to me

Lips touched cheek, coldness surged through my heart
I felt my life run away with the dark
Her emerald eyes were the last things I would see

'She was a woman of the ages
Was the fox's little wife
And she knew her answers lay inside
another mortal's life
She whispered fairy tales of ancients
As she skipped right down the road
The girl of the hour lived
another mortal's life.'

- Ee Pin