Phaedra's Meadow

I was walking thru the forestOne cold and dreary mornMy heart sick with jealousyAnd memories I need no moreNo I could never kill a manBut I would do him harmKnowing that you're thereLying in his armsMy flesh was ripped and tornBy the bramble and the thornI was lost but well-preparedTo offer up my soulBecause the greater miseryIs to live with what I knowThe moon concealed by April's stormNo bearing I could findUntil I fell into a clearingAnd a road I recognizedI was farFar from my homeFurther from her smileNot sure if I would returnOr just lay down and dieAs I stood in Phaedra's MeadowWell the dawn did break the skyAnd from the highest up in heavenThe Weaving Star fell into my eyes