Starling
my ears are ringing
the floor is spinning
the roof now open air
my hands in your burnt hair
my little starling
in all our quarreling
I did not take clear aim
and now our world's in flame
pathetic sovereign
strewn on the mountain
impaled upon my crown
I struck my family down
please help me, madness
and blank my brain
for even heaven's flame
could never cleanse my name
