Secrets to keep in loneliness to weep.

12 augusti 2013

Here she comes in the finest dress.
But what’s behind the fine princess.

It’s a masquerade of dark deceit.
Hear the light sound of her feet.

Swirling, giggling with sparkling eyes.
Fools even the oldest of the wise.

I’ve seen her at night so I know.
But to the world she’ll never show.

With the moon she turns and heading east.
Savaging the villages as a fearsome beast.

Who would believe me, oh darkest hell!
Who would listen, why should I tell?

In the dessert I’m a grain of sand.
In the castle just another page I’m.

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