Golden sheets turned crimson and wet
His nails dug into the feathers of the pillow,
Love had taken a barbarous toll
Her life-less body sagged on the bed,
As he washed his blood tainted hands with tears.
Golden sheets turned crimson and wet
His nails dug into the feathers of the pillow,
Love had taken a barbarous toll
Her life-less body sagged on the bed,
As he washed his blood tainted hands with tears.
Galloping through the meadows
And over the moon,
My heart races so fast
I can hear it in my ears,
My worst fears
Are sprouting to life,
Leaving me stranded
On the path of abandonment,
Not a day goes by
Without me imagining,
You running back into my arms
And now, I am hollow,
I thought I am
Numb,
But your presence darkens
My days and my sleepless nights,
The sorcerer you are
Weaving your benighted magic
Inviting me into your wretched
Traps and enticing dreams,
I have to let you go
Never hear your voice,
To never see your face
I swear upon the stars.
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