Silver hearts
Deep gold rings...

A pale woman reflects back at me
As I peer into the mirror...

When the storm is raging
And the world is thrown into Chaos...

To never feel the pain again
I must lock half of me away...

If love is fair
Then why does a rose have thorns...

As the sun sets,
And the moon rises...

The light you sought
to brighten the dark...

Dancing fairies
Of orange and red...

From the bottom of the darkness
I see your tears...

In her room upon the floor
Is a collection of photos...

In the shadows
I see your face...

So sad the tears seem
as they fall down her cheeks...