Folklore refined(Mathilde Dumas)

Mathilde Dumas

Mystic linguistic
Humble enough to love english
Your tales turn to rhyme
These words you offer, your fine dish

Folklore refined
We imagine the tone of your voice
Out in the merciless wild
Where a tulip is as elegant as the forest is deadly

I chased your interpratations of lovelost
I implored you here!
To decode your soul-what a job
I got the lost in the lands of your grandeur

Just a dreamer, but now with a few more tones thanks to you
That hooded figuire forever misunderstood
that moral fibre the only code i learnt
Often much ashamed to see how real you were.