Song: Rivalry.
The fox of the flowers has something to hide;
Her eyes, they are petaled in stories.
And when she was questioned, she only replied,
"We each have to seek our own glories."
And they say that the Lady of Tides has a daughter,
They say that she dances like light on the water,
They say that the fox of the flowers remembers her name...
And they say that the dancing-girls wear shoes of scarlet,
They laugh at the men who would label them harlot,
They say that the fox of the flowers created this game...
Their feathers like silver, their feathers like gold,
Their laughter like summer, their kisses so cold,
Their tiger-eyed faces, their hunger, their claws.
Beware of the dancing-girls, so hard to hold;
Take care, for the rose-owl sets their path and laws.
The fox of the flowers has something to hold;
Her sighs, they are deepened by sorrow.
And when she was questioned, the story she told
Was of trouble delayed for tomorrow.
And they say that the Lady of Tides is forgiving,
They say she has mercy to spare for the living,
They say that the fox of the flowers once danced on the air...
And they say that the dancing-girls knew her in feathers,
They say that a story like hers always weathers
The way that the fox of the flowers claims she doesn't care...
Their feathers like silver, their feathers like gold,
Their laughter like summer, their kisses so cold,
Their tiger-eyed faces, their hunger, their claws.
Beware of the dancing-girls, so hard to hold;
Take care, for the rose-owl sets their path and laws.
The fox of the flowers has something to lose;
The rose-owl knows, and her laughter
Is something a man would be wise to refuse;
She says there is no ever after...
Her eyes, they are petaled in stories.
And when she was questioned, she only replied,
"We each have to seek our own glories."
And they say that the Lady of Tides has a daughter,
They say that she dances like light on the water,
They say that the fox of the flowers remembers her name...
And they say that the dancing-girls wear shoes of scarlet,
They laugh at the men who would label them harlot,
They say that the fox of the flowers created this game...
Their feathers like silver, their feathers like gold,
Their laughter like summer, their kisses so cold,
Their tiger-eyed faces, their hunger, their claws.
Beware of the dancing-girls, so hard to hold;
Take care, for the rose-owl sets their path and laws.
The fox of the flowers has something to hold;
Her sighs, they are deepened by sorrow.
And when she was questioned, the story she told
Was of trouble delayed for tomorrow.
And they say that the Lady of Tides is forgiving,
They say she has mercy to spare for the living,
They say that the fox of the flowers once danced on the air...
And they say that the dancing-girls knew her in feathers,
They say that a story like hers always weathers
The way that the fox of the flowers claims she doesn't care...
Their feathers like silver, their feathers like gold,
Their laughter like summer, their kisses so cold,
Their tiger-eyed faces, their hunger, their claws.
Beware of the dancing-girls, so hard to hold;
Take care, for the rose-owl sets their path and laws.
The fox of the flowers has something to lose;
The rose-owl knows, and her laughter
Is something a man would be wise to refuse;
She says there is no ever after...