3With flourished wing she soars the bluest skies
But underneath the shadowed pines and oaks
The darkness waits like ivy bred; for ties
Surround the armor, a fleshless steel hoax.
And from the blackest depths of Hell - and rise
The tainted blood upon young lovers' lips.
A lovely way to damn one's own demise
Enthralling whispers beckon to her hips.
With fire in eyes that aspire
A masquerade of formless fettered steel
Arms reach out for lying love desire
What joy would throw you high? Love kills, love steals!
Under pines, and under Earth it revels.
As love dwindles, as wings wilt - dead, to sell.