Soul Full drifter (experimental)

Her form shines with the light of unpolished silver
Dull and fading a beauty not worth fighting

For whenever she leaves the next soul weeps and her shine
Is deadened more, with the onslaught of

Time and again she sees the next suitor wistfully
Shooting glances towards

Her face contorts in a thing most deceitful showing us
What she truly is, a foul siren of the worst

Kind eyes look into her soul seeing what the others
Are blind to, realizing she is nothing more than a

Fake love is wakened in her heart and she yearns for the peace
It promises, committing her soul, her life, her only

Hope is nothing new to her, so often splintered like wood in a
Shredder, she drifts on again her heart hardened

More than slaves, the souls she leaves behind follow pitifully begging
For her to return their life back to their

Hands outstretched to the one she loves most, a single
Canvas propped against a crumbling sapling of an

Oak brown paint is the hue she favors as she colours
The world in muddy fashion, showing itâ??s

Filth covers the eldest that followed her destructive
Path and she chooses to add them to her

Painting them as what they once were, colorful reds and oranges among
The dreary mire which she styles the scenery to

â??Be a host and suffer your rewardâ?? are the only words she
Utters constantly her voice like a screeching

Hawk eyed, the last of men watches her turn to the
Book and flip the pages with unreserved

Boredom fuels her wandering and causes the break of the
Men she feeds on to provide her another day to live

With strength anew, the Last rises and walks over to
The Siren heâ??s loved and speaks a single

Phrase your love a single way and her
Heart will be wooed by nothing other than

Conversations are what she looked for as
She drifted from broken soul to broken

Soul