The Tomb

imagine a cold day where everyone wants you dead
ridicule is everywhere; not a bit of resentment
a crown of thorns will be placed upon your head
you've done nothing wrong but you'll still get the punishment

you have been a victim of deadly deceit
the sky turns black; the moon blocks the sun
soon the blood will drip from your hands and feet
maybe someone will realize your innocence when its all said and done

you breathe your last breath
the ground trembles; your body is relaxed
everyone is glad of your coming death

Her eyes

black eyes stare into mine
her eyes were blank and cold
just like her lies; I'll deal with it, it'll be fine
time like this make me believe love is a thing to behold

A Fairy Tale Cadence

The time has come my sweet princess,
to dream of many things.
Of dragon's breath and forest elves.