Save me, mother; save me, father,
from the twilight lullabies:
Give me iron, give me silver,
give me Words and songs beside.
Low Court is lowest of the Four,
Of slaves and beasts and nothing more.
Iron for valravn and for rook.
Misered spite for other folk.
Under Court will keep the lines.
Trick the tongue and fog the mind.
Clothed in creeper, flower crowned,
Drag the sense and senses down.
Upper Court with glitter draws
Victims singing to its jaws,
With its music hides the shock
Of its press and butcher blocks.
High Court, roots of dreams unbounded,
Depths whose like cannot be sounded,
Play of thought and whim and word,
Never truly seen nor heard.