Orchid Reign

Teardrops whisper through night's sky,
White, the Orchid doth reply,
Wonders question knowing why,
Mortals stumble, fall and die,
Upon the kiss of sudden's bloom,
With noble flair and woven loom,
Heroes feast in sorrow's tomb,
Waxing on of treach'rous doom,
A tapestry of passion's flame,
Born of ancient worldly fame,
Halls of spirit, speak thy name,
Meander through a faeries game,
Drama of a mighty king,
Courtly love a hidden thing,
Thy heart soars by magic wing,
Above which the Angels Sing!