Yes my lady your eyes are blue

Yes you have lips dripping in blood

White ash glazed over and black roots grew from your temple

Your roses wilt

White and red turned to coal

Cheeks so soft cold to the touch

Yes my lady you disgust me

But to confirm don’t speak yet

Your words poison me as the silence is a far more pleasing sound

You once shined

Your light now diminished

You tread the earth scolding the ground below

Yet by heaven you take my heart by one false prophet