Silhouette on a Hill

Places breached along a mighty horizon...
...No sorrow then to keep...
...But still there is the silhouette...
Above on this hill so steep.

So dark her hair and pale her skin.
Eyes of purest ice
Coming swift to breathe the moon
To bring death's demanding price.

Place your hand within her own
Just hold still your breathing...
Breach the coldness of her veins
As her eyes are seething...

Wisdom held within her sight
Knowing all of you
Keeps the secrets hidden inside
But what she knows is true.

Blood of a lamb still runs from her
Not ready to fight the night
Holds it's plans for further times
To spare the children's fright.

This is the girl you see up there
The silhouette on a hill
The girl you read about is me
Her goal is blood to spill.