Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor...
A bloody cloak twas draped upon scorched shoulders
I lay barren, within a hopeless, romantic moon...
This situation is most queer,
my lawn gnome has moved ever near...
I sat on the silent sand,
as the water trickled below my feet...
There is no comfort.
you look at the invisible sky but nothing is...
I live my life in fairy tales
with evil power-hungry kings...
A chill of autumn sweeps in
demanding the world to hush...
Death wraps it's cold arms around me
enfolding me in a gentle embrace...
As darkness approaches the fear begins,
Its a panic only evil can bring...
Come and take a seat with me,
Under the shade of the old oak tree...
Small fragile girl lays on the floor,
Blood around her limp form...
Falling from the sky,
Reaching for a world unknown...