Frost On Her Pillow
Facedown I sprawl in the forest's cathedralWhere she lies in thrallTo a slippery coffin
I first saw her grin in this graven lairMy heart starting to canterSnow white skin and raven hairLips full red as a blood decanter
But hatred hunted thereIn tyranny's mirrorMagickal ritesTurned with jealousyOn a young reflection
Back then spring's breeze sweetened the nightNow the evenings are longingShadows delightAnd the frost on her pillowGlitters by the moonlight
Months saw my lost to her elegant, decadent waysThis past midnight cinderellaWith a smile like the winter sunOn a misty dayAnd star-grazing eyes raising cappellas
But poison stunted thereSeven trees weavingArbour on nightsSpent in ecstasyNeath their woodland awning
She fell foul to withcraft's designsA weeping willow
Wicked willed to sleepThere's frost on her pillowAt the cost of mourning
Now the lands fall grey, devils revel and obeyA cruel beauty drifted from a dark novellaThe queen of hearts tarredBy the cards she's swift to playIn turrets over all where angels smell her ways
Our fairy tale is overMy love lies deadThe kingdom writhes in a red dementiaMisadventure strides instead
A sore, wilde picture like Dorian GrayPressed against the glass in painOne final graven kiss to sayMy love I will avengeThose fleeting hours of flowers bloomedBeneath the tree-entangled moonWhy did you have to leave so soonMy illuminary friend?
But hatred hunted thereIn tyranny's mirrorJustified spiteTurned armageddonOn a stunned reflection
Back then Hell's freeze strangled the nightSummer is comingNew flames igniteAnd the frost on her pillowIs lost to the morning light