Dreary mists,
skull n' bone road blocks...

Burning fires,
burning lives...

Woes and fragrant rose,
miseries unsung even from...

Painting flowers white,
the faerie wish upon this bitter night...

I was close to coming
when she bid adieu...

A myriad of Dryad tears,
sipped from the eyes...

Once upon a dreamy night,
with blank snow fallen thick...

From your promiscuous eyes,
Can you see the storm getting closer...

An enchantress,
gowned in black and silky dress...

My dreams lie with Persephone,
a stream of wishes...

From a tower of despair,
that scars the sky...

Lonesome are the flames burning bright,
Of serpentine ladies in nameless graves...