Celestial

Fair is foul, and foul is fair,

I'll ask the reaper to meet me there-

Where black trees stand on frozen ground,

And banshees dare not make a sound.

Smoke? Or maybe that's just a cloud?

Or maybe a fairy wasting to death?

It's colder by the minute in my heart,

And another believer just lost faith.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair,

The reaper asked me to come here,

After stepping foot, I indeed do know,

Amongst these trees, fireflies don't glow.

A broken church is all that's left.

A blind dog sings an unholy tune.

Fairies escorted me up here,

On the way down, they ain't immune.

But I'll go the other way.

The reaper took refuge in my heart to stay,

And there it'll live, an ache I'll bear 

All fair feels foul, but is all foul, fair?