The Wretched Family

The wind is your mistress
She glares at all the men
And all the girls who giggle and pray
You take them to your bed

The sky is your sad father
Far reaching as eye can see
Sometimes he still calls you up
Asks, demands, pleads

The sun is your bright queen
Shining with your jewels
She loves the moon
Who loves no one
And now she’s stuck with you

The raging storm ahead; your mother
But she does not bring despair
She brings the fresh, 
A chance to confess
And trouble yet there

The wind is your scorned mistress
Who spills your secrets
You spilled in bed
You know, in the end, you’ll have her head
But right now, the pain you can’t bear. 

The sky is your father 
Who hopes to make amends
But you have known him years
He won’t hurt you again.

The sun is your dark queen
Who slowly plots demise
The moon has won
The sun is done
She can’t look you in the eyes

The storm above is your mother
But you know that she will see
She’ll kill the queen, her king, your dream
Because she is your mother, 
Trouble, indeed.