treason of the heart

in the kingdom of the soul

the red queen lives high

on a throne of blood

she sits in imperious charge

of the lesser creatures

of the minds worse dreams

cold scepter and soft word

ruling by distant proxy

that empty kingdom

rebellion of the beat

holdng to ransom reason

taking sense and making none

the heart stands guard

over life, over love, no less

the treason of the heart

against the mind is a story

at which end there is no glory