There was thunder in the heavens
as she bled beneath her breast...
Flashing lights into brown eyes
Bushes quivering to barks...
Some say an eye for an eye
makes the whole world blind...
I've searched my soul
beyond the darkest dimensions...
I am the sound of winter
With the smell of spring...
A cut is as good as a rose my sweet
No gesture of love could be as neat...
Freely pilfering through worn pages
Ink haphazardly scrawled...
Beneath the shadow of a twisted soul
Eyes of ebony stalk the innocent fool...
It was you,
my blues...
Poetry is my reason
in the season of winter...
They call her beauty of night,
Flawless skin, shimmers white...
I feel him coming, the darkness screams
The shadows begin to hide...