A smoothe cream,
dripping chills of fog off her brow,
the moon sways in the night,
her vanilla complexion and aura,
begging my pen to write down this sad story for her...
When the sunlight came, he gave her his kiss,
and a poisonous kiss it was,
for this poisonous kiss was the joyfull bliss,
which caused her to run from his love.
She sneaks off into dark while he chases by day,
wondering where she went off too,
and sadly it seems, she's running off while you dream,
through the starry skies all aglow.
Through the dark she hides,
her melodious despise,
for that bright sunlight,
the heart butcher...
she hides her despise, deep deep inside,
the mysterious fog that surrounds her.
So calm yet so angry,
always in a fit of rage,
she rocks the waves and ends the days,
so sad the moon, a fair mistress in a cage.
