Deidre's Song - The Spider

The spider walked on fraying thread
(Against a harsh and trying wind)
Still shedding shreds of ruin
(First love unto a sin)
The currents batter and betray
(Burst of flame beside him singing)
Still righteous faith bade him to stay
(Still wounds of heart remain unhealed)

Dust

The dust it
Corrupts the sunlight
Disrupts the reel light
Obstructs the view of
Freedom past the window

Deidre's Song - The Childe

The childe sought the wintry night

By the pool of streaming light

Saw naught but peace that it provides

Felt not the cold's first frosty bite

I flinch not from the darkest sight

Nor from swift and icy winds

My steps are sure, my wings are grown

Mother Maeve come take me home

I await the wintry nights

Through the summer and the spring

Until the day for which was made

This dance to welcome mother Maeve

Deidre's Song - The Mangrove

The dreams are hollow and filled with sand
(On the edge of a cliff and a rugged precipice)
Castles built by foreign hand
(Stock still as the porcelain beside the prone widow)
Make me a mangrove that I may demand
(As tides rise and fall washing away)
My roots to grip the salty sand
(Elaborate pillars of salt and sand)

Doll

Painted on the marble stretch
Macabre red on heated stone
Lilting laugh at nothing latched
To nimble fingers laced with flax

They clambered up the too-high steps
By mirrors' light on plaster splashed
Opened the little door to fetch
The button eyes and needle thread

They'll bring a toy for little girls
To perfect dollhouse woven
To place within a room once loved
For newest soul beholden

Can you guess what movie this is from?

Bluebell Lights

How strange, the sky is falling
My darlings, don't be mad-
I knew; it was just simply galling
The way they looked past
At the Blue with no regret

The Green it seemed were stalling
To watch, to grasp their grubby minds
On the things they're sure to tell
I'm sure they'll find appalling
The pall of rancour that I spread

My dear beauties, come to me
Where's the Red? You clamour
Red's too refined for this;
Though you may endeavour
But this is so much better.

The noise enthralling- do you hear
The tolling of the bell? How it's calling
Through the cawing, the Red and
The Green and the Blue, oh do you hear
The tolling of the bell?

Deidre's Song - The Ashwinder

In the wake of laughing flame
Winding through the ash
Embers watched him as he came
And then took out the trash

She knew only swathes of fire
Something tinny in her ears
Scented tears of hurt and pain
Saw him laugh and feed their fears

She lay on timber, gave a sigh
Watched the boy with shaded eyes
Let them take the boy away
And teach him all for naught was wise