Withered Flowers Awake the Dead,
Shades of Gray Reveal their Desperation,
Held in slumbers gentle embrace,
She enters a realm of painful sorrows,
Where her fatal love and loneliness suffer,
and Bids her to awake to her death,
Fields of broken glass are shattered,
Leaving pieces throughout the endless fields,
The water cleanses her immortalities,
And drenches her in her blood,
The sky faints the color of sadness,
Where Beneath she weeps of her lost love,
Surrounded By vials of burning flames,
She Burns of hate, reminded of mortals and thier lies,
Because of the mortals Greed,
All The power it has is always left behind,
Turning all emotions into decay,
And Driving insanity to its new form,
But Derived of treacherous faith,
She waits by the unclear water,
For her lover in silver to arrive,
When he does not show by the moonlit paths,
Her reasons on living demolish,
She is than wrapped in crimson lace,
This is than a sign of her dying days all over again,
The day when which her love was in vein,
Is Now why she dies twice,
Fair light of innocence sleep upon her,
Which once she pled from an evil that spoke in the thinnest air,
To Bring back her true love,
But now the Two die in the dark,
Which her diamonds vent the darkness around,
As she dies on her Emerald bed of scarlet tears.
