The queen sits upon her throne of hearts
Red and black mixing caustically...

The whispers that haunted my every thought
Urging me to be someone they want...

As her tears fall like acid from her eyes
Her pain, emotional and physical...

Upon my branch I sit and ponder
As I cradle my cherry blossom gently...

Swept away by all that I adore and hate the most,
The raging river called love...

Down, down, down falls the last tear she will ever...
Falling ever so elegantly in an ominous glow...

Having fallen from the brightest realm
Wings once whiter than a glacier...

Lightning could strike
Thunder could rumble...

My wings, you severed them
tool the blade to forever condemn...

The waves crash quietly on the sand
while they glisten in the light of the moon...

Little do you know, my feelings grow strong
You don't know me, I don't know you...

Under the watchful eye of the moon
I sit in the gondola where we fell in love...