Elektra Emerald - Moth of the Bosque Lyrics

Past the curls of Wither's Swash
Upon the crest of Cat Head Creek
Hidden in the chipping crevices of a rotting tree
A labyrinthine of vermin showed to me its wings
Stuck beneath the gossamer
Buried in strands of fright
The sultan and his sycophants
Had feasted in plush delight
And amidst this sweltering Southern night
What lies inside the shadow's part of the light
And what does and does not make it out alive
Was the moth of the bosque
More promising than the king
His crown a head of other heads
Adorned with honey bees
He licks the grin up off his cheeks
Until he hears her coming
Her bellicose courage a-rumbling
As she climbs the remnants on the bark
The leader awaits her in the dark
Hungry for her butterfly heart
But what he found out much too late
Was his head to be served on the dinner plate
His black wings gone their flicker
Alas, they've lost their glimmer
As the full moon sets their spirits free
The lovers caught in the forest tree
She climbs
To the one whose ruled her life
The one she left behind
Only to find
He is no longer alive