So nice to have you all today
welcome to my theater of dream...
Masking weakness in human clay.
Breaking the pressure that built the day...
A Flower bed
That is now dead...
'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...
Little miss perfect wondering why
her life became this bad she hopes to die...
Sitting on a cloud above
Sprinkling down on earth the fabrics of true love...
Her lips as red as roses,
her skin as white as snow...
I close my eyes to paint a pictured scene
a view; unfurls and takes my breath a-way...
I almost missed you!
I knew I should have aimed towards your heart...
What inferno is this
that Dante's eyes transfix within my soul...
The light is dim here.
Screams are heard in the distance...
She wears the moon around her wrist,
Like a hexed trinket of a faun...