II. - The brightest smile

When the garden of death withers in hues of all,
And the screams of dryads fill the starry sky,
Wanders a child alone; grasping her very soul
A midwinter's scary tale can only try.

Far away from what this rotten world can offer,
Her embrace brings kindness, that heaven denies,
While a twinkling moonlight painted it all over
With the burning scarlet of so many lives.

So innocent a sight, it moves stars so mighty,
When the power of their smile's already gone,
In her eyes a pagan purity so brightly
Reflects the cries of all, and the smile of one.

Only in the deaf space echoes her deadly sin,
Flaming sword of judgement missed another call,
Even destiny just made another forced grin,
Seeing such a Butcher laughing at her fall.

Holy words in her mouth - a foolish mortal's lie -
An ancient grimoire called demons to stay;
I pity her. She feels the same as me, when I
Got stuck on the endless path of Moral's way.