I row to an island, pleading With wine-dark sea to let me pass; There, I found myself in Eden, Eden's bliss amid knee-high grass. I dance and follow the faeries, Dancing the cycle of the stars; My labor and leisure buried Deep in old country, very far:
Away from warmth, away from light, Light footfalls muffled by the snow, Snow reflecting flurries at night I wandered forests no one knows. Tens of witches live in this wood Where light can't reach even at noon; Faeries would escape if they could, Covens bade them dance beside the moon.
i’m all alone in this cellar, and i’m running out of time-- two corpse-pale faces watch me skitter, six hands counting down my crime.
but another was aroused; a violet mouse runs across the floor telling me to leave this house that soon the guns and sirens will come through the door.
an orange mouse emerges from a hole; i count the hairs on her nose. they tell me to leave, but they’re not in control. after all, i’m the human. they don’t know what i know.
i seize them. reach for a knife. Three blind mice, three blind mice, they’re squirming now, I’m sure they know the tale. See how they run and run and run, i can smell the sweat. they all ran after the farmer’s wife, they’re telling me to leave them be, who cut off their tails with a carving knife, i’m sure they know the tale.