A Lark Tempts My Heart

They know me as some guy
Atop a small hill, undisturbed tranquility
Purple hued skies
Unfettered, like a caged bird awaiting to speak


They called my name from afar
A lark, a toad, and a magical broomstick
Melodies that grasped, quite bizarre
Shackles undone, she began to speak


Appearance of a jackal, red rose blossom
Sweet whispers, an iron embrace
Warbles that become solemn
Raging waters bubble


Some guy they say?
An empty void, filled with harrowing emotions
What is the way
This empty heart of mine, filled with iron spears