Slayer Moving with grace, full of life, Slayer of evil, against all strife. Eyes that can be the color of a stormy sea, Have somehow cast a spell on me. A fighter by nature, Strong and sure. An angel in daylight, A warrior at night. I used to be angry…because…how? Why do I love a bloody Slayer now? On her grave I wanted to dance, Now I just wish she would give me a chance. She slays demons and evil with a vigor so bold, But how did she manage to slay my heart, undead and cold? I refused to let it happen, a Slayer's lap-dog, not I! But I'm drowning in her...more and more as the days pass by. But maybe there is hope, And I’ll not sit and mope, For love isn’t about the perfect person, you see, It’s about seeing someone imperfect perfectly. But now she’s gone, and it seems, That with her she took my hopes and dreams. We wasted so much by playing this game, When deep down we both knew our hearts were the same. I cling to hope that if she ever returns, And gives me back what my heart most yearns, I’ll be waiting, for her to tell me when, She wants to continue our dance again.