Deep within a hazel wood,
A single ancient oak once stood...

Wings outspread, like great black Thunder clouds.
Contrasting with the deep plum Satin of her dress...

Porcelain butterflies escape
From my mind...

Tired of listening to your lies.
They pour out like a poison...

Sat upon a blood spattered horse.
Proud and true...

The day.
An enemy...

The day you came to my door,
Playing our song...

Such a happy feeling i have never felt for years.
Basking in the glow of your love and yourself...

You ask me why I'm not hung up on
You...

Blistering heat searing through
My heart...

Hypnotized by Obsidian eyes.
That taunt and tease your soul...

Stalking under a full moon.
A huntress of the night...