Oh, my forsaken aching HEART!
   We shall forget him; You and I;
Let the lovebirds sing -
   The sorrows to the sky.

Ah, Prithee - Pass me the Gin;
     My heart needs to drown -
To hearken of better days;
     May it falter his Crown!

There is a Puppet Master,
  Who strings her spirit,
Silences her melody;
  Taketh her merit.

There is a Puppet Master,
   Of the ethereal plane;
A Soul of Thieving Spirit,
   Dead for their mortal Dame;

There is a Puppet Master,
    Closing his show -
For just one Spirit,
    Scalped by a Damsel aglow.

I'VE got a dagger here;
    Silenced in its sheath,
Waiting for Love; may it lowly appear.

I've found an ally of Death,
    Far from the divine Souls of Light,
In a Dying Heart's breath -
    Bled from the Dagger's Plight.

May I have a WORD?
     With the warrior's sword?
         That pierces the broken heart?
It malices it's melodies -
     And plays a Love Song;
Woven into a Wedding Bell.
Alas, to his loving I tell,
    On that Embracing day -
So tell the Songstress;
     Play it again - Play it away.

Where doth runs the heartless man?
      Whoever roams this day,
Sobbing to its sunset,
       For a pointless victory.
Behold the fallen warrior!
       The sorrowful swordsman slain -
Time's latest victim;
        Alas - a Love only in Vain.

Poor little LIGHT!
      Did they burden thee?
Oh, shine! - Shine into the night for me!

Proud little Light!
      Did thou tear a sea?
Tear the pain! - Tear the pain!

Broken little Light!
      Angels will not break thee.
Flicker for me? - Flicker for me?

Joyful little Light!
      Shine thy glory for me,
Unto the hanging tree; where their heart shall be.

To LOSE thee; is my gain,
     With hearts anew -
In Sorrow's only reprieve,
     I found the Angel's dew.

My love is written in sand,
     Drowned in their sea -
For no Beauty in this land,
     Will make a Lover of me.

SPLIT the Ring to find Serenity,
   Gold, Gold! - Fool's Gold!
Burdened by the Oracle of Mourning,
   A tired tune of the Cold.

Loosen the flood; Part the seas!
   And pave the road for me?
Send a Melody into our Scarlet skies;
   Prithee; gift me a Symphony?