I glimpsed inside the casket of black
What took me there then took me back
To times not lost, merely hidden in sorrow
My plea for life to once more steal or borrow

To turn back time and halt the clock
To rid the reaper of that foul gloating mock
In my despair I begged you to arise awake
Searching for movement not mine to take

With feet as lead that now lined your tomb
Once more I pleaded for the sanctuary of your womb
Those gentle hands that had caressed my face
Lay cold and motionless under white lace

I see no chariots on that darkened path
Only my black anger covered with misted wrath
Through tears that tasted so acrid and bitter
All was gone scattered like wasted litter

For where you go it is not my time to tread
You wait for me as I no longer hold dread
But as an empty shell I now have to walk alone
As a broken King who has lost he’s throne

I closed my ears to the toll of the final bell
I wish to ride with you again on the carousel
For in my desolation there will be no other
Take me back and with you my loving mother