It will be long past sundown
Before you make your camp
The mist closes ‘round you
And night turns fearful damp
Don't speak to Aphrodite
She's got nothing more to say
Another exile from
this kingdom of clay
Aurora borealis
cannot comfort you tonight
The moon has lost its luster
and stars have all grown quiet
You could wait until tomorrow
but it's just another day
and one day means less than nothing
in this kingdom of clay
Most words remain unspoken
you must calmly tell yourself
and not mistake contentment
for your paucity of wealth
You might choose the path you travel
though you will not find your way
on the passage from
this kingdom of clay
You're lying prone and naked
Your dreams betrayed by doubt
You can't believe you’d overlooked
Your one chance to get out
The queen has made her feeling’s known
She’ll not be led astray
It’s her only consolation
to this kingdom of clay
At dawn you’ll craft a small fire
of dried leaves and brittle sticks
And thank the Lord He’s spared you
From the dead and the quick
You set out once again
Pressing hard against the fray
Ever mindful of the dangers
in this kingdom of clay
