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...

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

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

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

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

Fire burns through my veins,
Ice surrounds my heart...

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

Forsaken are we,
His children...

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