Obscene Eyedeas
March 30th, 2010, 05:24 PM
For my love
Thwirling, dancing to the rythym of the spring, by the moonlight in the glade
Her feet like whispers tweak the silence, the moonlight was the symbol of her old race
of all that she required in all of their world, prosperity to all the peoples
glittering softly on the treetops promises of ancestry it seemed, she danced and sprang with pride and glee, she would soon be her peoples queen
She glides through the willows her beauty so natural, her dress like liquid swirls around her,
Her hands caress the nature around her,she searches for the one she shall call her lover,
her people, the people, the rulers of all, bow down to the daughter of the night
So proud so beautiful such perfection, yet she yearned to be free from loves embrace,
To be cold and distant, to be queen
She panics suddenly fallen from grace, she did not expect this she looks at his face
her people take lovers for standing not love, she whispers his name and embraces his love
No longer her people, dishonoured by parents, those too cold for her now,
Farther away he could not possibly be, she does not care about this divide
his loving arms will soon embrace her, his warmth and love will thaw her heart
Once cold and destined to be queen of her people, of those whom all shun for their class and their nature
She is now but a girl of fallen grace, in the hold of her young mans loving embrace.
Thwirling, dancing to the rythym of the spring, by the moonlight in the glade
Her feet like whispers tweak the silence, the moonlight was the symbol of her old race
of all that she required in all of their world, prosperity to all the peoples
glittering softly on the treetops promises of ancestry it seemed, she danced and sprang with pride and glee, she would soon be her peoples queen
She glides through the willows her beauty so natural, her dress like liquid swirls around her,
Her hands caress the nature around her,she searches for the one she shall call her lover,
her people, the people, the rulers of all, bow down to the daughter of the night
So proud so beautiful such perfection, yet she yearned to be free from loves embrace,
To be cold and distant, to be queen
She panics suddenly fallen from grace, she did not expect this she looks at his face
her people take lovers for standing not love, she whispers his name and embraces his love
No longer her people, dishonoured by parents, those too cold for her now,
Farther away he could not possibly be, she does not care about this divide
his loving arms will soon embrace her, his warmth and love will thaw her heart
Once cold and destined to be queen of her people, of those whom all shun for their class and their nature
She is now but a girl of fallen grace, in the hold of her young mans loving embrace.