Monica Richards

The Silver Circle

Monica Richards


Come to life my deviltry   Possess this poor company  
Our secret be benefit   Their unhappy lack of it  
Awaken my trusting friend   My undisturbed reflection  
So fluid your beauty   All gears and teeth  

Come Alive  

Come to life my second skin   To protect the madness locked within  
Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues  
Though words did betray us   Did bury our past   Cry blasphemy  
Cancer masters instinct   Sad passive release  

Come Alive  

Take my dear ones   The use of this spell may serve too well  
Our mouth is our chalice   Our tongue our sword  
And truth holds a dozen doors   One thrown open wide shall yield one more  
Yet mystery remains above their eyes  

Come Alive