iron chair

The sunlight brave 
Over an earth cold 
All we now have 
That which we were told 
Earth I am folding 
To the dark in the night 
I am but holding now 
These grateful petals to the light 
Yet I am in this chair 
Waiting for a death certain 
Into your prism I stare 
This time a final curtain 
I see you in the shadows 
In the sound of a gentle breeze 
Holding bows and arrows 
For a heart in dying seas 
This time a final curtain 
Into your prism stare 
Waiting for a death certain 
I am this iron chair