And as she stood, alone and burdened,
Paled flesh dripping from the axe,
Not much to show, she hated company,
The body fell, completely lifeless,
And with the daylight tingling aloud,
She turned to the darkest corners,
Throwing the axe to without her gaze,
Glaring at the bright blue sky out the window,
And as she sat, alone and burdened,
Paled flesh came back to haunt her gaze,
Not much to show, she was to be alone,
In the lifeless daylight, sleep overcame,
And to take away all the memories,
To a cure she must turn her paled hands,
Paled flesh strained to a blood red,
Sharp antidotes to cure any poison,
And she cried, alone and burdened,
Paled flesh hidden in the dark corners,
Not much to show, everything was wrong,
Lifeless whispers spurring on the moment,
And to show all the world dread,
A banner hung from the tallest poll,
A mark as to where the people shouldn’t stray,
Blood red lines of hatred and dread,
And she stayed, alone and burdened,
Paled flesh within her grasp all day long,
Not much to show, sanity was her curse,
Lifeless threats, thrown in the darkness,
And with the final setting of the sun,
A final skull fell to the dreaded earth,
Gunshot powders, silver bullets born,
Darkness came, with blood lined moonlight.
