She won't look at you, lost in the shadows
Soft hands drawing her skirt up in a semblance of a curtsy
Mirroring the submission you show before her
Nearly shattering the fragile glass of your soul
With barely a movement of her darkness
Her eyes swirl the icy grey of winter
The sun forever lost behind the clouds
Is this darkness a window to her soul?
A door to the heart that has forgotten how to beat?
No rainbow will follow the storm she sets upon you
Rain that pours and pounds to bruise the rose petals at your feet
Although no amount of water could stick those white robes to you
This fallen angel will try to catch your skirts in the wind
Just to make you feel a little more isolated
In the dark evil world she creates around you
Put out the light in your halo, the fire of your soul
There's no need for it here, depressed into black
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