She walks the moonlit path of night,
Follows the faeries light...

I was a young lass,
When I first saw the creature...

I
I feel your hand fall down my back...

Red floods your vision,
She sings alone...

She shrugs of her feelings,
And watches as the boys flock...

Tears fell from her pale white face,
The sun shone in her ice blue eyes...

Forsaken are we,
His children...

Iced fingers grip my hand,
Swollen heads smile at me...

Sweet morality reminds me of love,
Haunted grey eyes stare in to the abyss...

Dreams turn to nightmares,
Or fade when you awake...

For I am the fire,
That burns in your heart...

I never wear short sleeves,
Because of the scars on my arms...