Death of a fairy
Love blooms eternal
Once the path of slow and narrow, I’d come to know in pain and sorrow.
Pulling me from safety’s nest, in crimson’s witness, I’d soon confess.
A plunge of blade, not once, nor twice, finding bone beneath the slice.
My heart of chill, soon turning cold, like the face of ice, bluing bold.
Click, click, click
The rhythm smooth, until your eyes no longer move.
The depth of flesh, no measure of my passion.
The plunge of blade, once more I seat, beneath your skin of tender sweet.
My heart of hurt, your actions prolonged deceit I take revenge.
Click, click, click
The clock strikes twelve, still, the knife does dance and delve.
Until my senses do return, no quarter for your losses.
The path of slow and narrow, Ravens work not fit for sparrow.
Tossing me insanities way, in crimsons witness that very day, I’d soon confess.
My love is eternal for you my dearest Faye.
