Lips like a bloodied rose.
Cut open and spilled across the Grass.
Biting nails dig into scared flesh.
Haunting eyes stare out from the shadows.
Amber like a cats, vivid and sultry.
Icy hands grasp onto ancient limestone.
The moon stares down with woe.
Condemning the night dwellers for their sins.
Bitter blood now tastes sweet on her lips.
Gentle spirit is always there, only feeds to survive like everything in This cold world.
