eyelashes laden with snowflakes,
heavy already with tear drops,
frozen stains of red around,
heavy breath, still and sound,
whistling breeze,
no summer trees,
where waters freeze,
and cold are keys,
no bumble bees
over humble pies,
everything dry,
everything white,
frozen and still
her dainty eyes,
don't look at her,
for she might smile,
at your hopelessness,
your untidiness,
at your fate
of dire unrest,
and when you look into her eyes,
you'll feel the pain she went through,
and your hand might tremble before you
break her into pieces,
with that axe in your hands,
why are you scared now that you've already killed her?
yes I know,the regret,
and her soulful stare
that might end up taking away your entire life..

We embrace evil
Be ****** oh fools
Eyes forget to blink
Shadows rule
Out of our way
This path is strong
Feels so right
Embracing wrong

Which one am I
That deserves to burn
Who are we
Who never learn
Wicked winds
In darkened skies
Evil thrives
Which one am I

I know
a man
with dirt
on his clothes
that
people avoid
wherever
he goes
he carries
a shovel
and everyone
knows
whenever he
digs
an epitaph
grows.

Has black wings,
and dusty feathers.
Brings dire winds
and awful weather.

Flies in packs,
dark news wearer.
The skies rats,
heavens tearers.

The grim  shadow,
Morrigan's arrows.
With greed they'll shallow,
and feast on the gallows.