Goes through my head, a random thought
Head to toe red, am I covered
When I awake, what will happen
Split with a stake, will my heart be
In my coffin bed, here I lie pale

Peaceful with the dead, here I lie
Made of lead is my coffin bed
On my heartbreak is but my thought
Thought, a random

That my young lass said, what was it
My heart with lead before she filled
"What you will take, if my life is
The next daybreak, please let me see"
And with dread, that is when my head filled
Thought, a random

Rolling out of my lone reverie
Ogling couples longingly as they go by
Gaining the little happiness I can from battle
Understanding my heart will never be complete
Enveloping loneliness is my destiny, me Rogue

The eccentric rich wizard's ring
Held the word anthem up in lights
No knew the process it'd bring
Dined in pink pajamas tonight
Turned a blind eye to the fable
About the squishing of the grape
Not knowing everyone's able
With the wisdom above their nape

The tile around our window
Captured the wild wild west
The stampede collage was aglow
With his board conveying his best
So quickly had we retreated
To the recesses of our mind
All thought and figures created
Works of fantasy left behind

The time, dismal
Caught she cries
To her own detriment
Because of her lies
Situation, not escapable
Caught she cries

Not a physical embrace
Fills me with warmth
On my face is a sign
Connected to your heart
There's love in your words

Forget the sun and the flowers
To not forget the tree
Forget the coffin and the stars
Not July and August coffee
Forget the rain clouds and thunder
Midnight was to forget the wolf
Forget the flowers and the witching hour
Not to forget the moon was full
Forget the stars and the weather
Not the wolf, the midnight child

Sashaying, down to the black lake
With her toes leaving a trail of blood
Anguish and pain, urging her onward
Never ceasing, she glides forth

Purple and blue mark an otherwise unblemished face
Riotous heart beats on
In perfect rhythm of far away drums
Nearer to the edge, she comes
Catching her white ****** dress on a log
Every stitch coming undone
Slowly, she walks into the black lake
Sinking slowly to relieve her pain, is the Swan Princess