Rupert lies on a bed
In a chamber and watches the weeds
And the feather headed grasses
That waver on the grey stone balcony
He sees the blood-stained silk white sky
Of another dawn arise
But Rupert knows this crimson morn
Will turn to dusk and night will fall
Before the day...
' Oh, give me this day'
Prince Rupert calls,
'Give me this day.'
Rupert hangs by a thread
On the wall above the cool soft bed
And daylight comes in flashes
Like memories of lightning through his mind.
He sees the fleur-de-lis floor shine
Gold and white as the sun climbs
And glints into his ruby ring
Slipping from his finger, pale and thin...
On to the floor.
'Oh, give me this day',
Prince Rupert calls,
'Give me this day'.
Rupert lies on a bed
Where the night bows her head,
Stars weave their dreams around him,
' Give me this day'
Prince Rupert calls.
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