| Blood Flowers |
| She stands in the pale moonlight Her complexion as clear as a faerie Her figure as lithe as a pixie She is magic itself Oh how I long to comfort her To dry her pearl like tears To put a smile on those blood red lips And hear the laughter in her voice Yet I cannot comfort Her pain is too deep The thorns twisted painfully Thorns of love and hatred Her flowers have withered The colour now drained There is nothing I can do I am powerless to help Let me paint back the colour My own blood will suffice Take my complexion My heart filling hers I stand alone tonight In a blue starlight A pearl tear on my cheek Did my heart help, I wonder.... |
