What is blood's belonging,
When we just cut its supply,
Ending our stream,
Ending our lives,
Lives filled with misery,
Disturbed in despair,
Life is filled with obstacles,
Though everything is fair,
As fair as her skin,
In the sunny skies
Though if you look closer,
If you look at her thighs,
Under the trousers,
As dark as her mind,
Scars dancing,
Upon the streaks of a line,
So what is blood's belonging,
If we just cut its supply,
Ask the girl,
Who drew on her thighs.

Shrouded in fear and darkness,
The light of the night,
Nothing,
Absolutely nothing,
It's the darkness,
Erasing my memories,
Until the are silent screams in the void,
The void being my mind,
Like the suicidal thoughts,
Wishes,
But they're all gone,
Along with me too.

The darkness shimmers upon the glass window panes,
Soaked covered in snow,
Cracks slithering
 up to the seams of the damp rotten wood,
Though it was once beautiful manner,
The wood was darkened and looked mystical in the sunlight,
No broken windows,
It was this fateful day, however,
A red and orange criminal broke through the walls of wood,
It hissed and created shadows upon them,
Like cats of fire,
They danced up the wall,
Scratching the ruins of this once successful manor,
Hearing these death threats created by the fires blazes,
A beautiful spirit entered,
Almost staring them down as if they were specks of dust,
With an almighty powerful howl,
The fire cats whimpered as they felt the pain she had once felt,
Ivy Sorrow, mother nature as most know her.

As the day fades away,
The shimmering river reflects all sin,
The darkness,
Lit only by candle light and the moon gleaming down upon that river,
As you stare deep,
Yet it is shallow for what you can see,
As the flames flicker,
The torches rage,
This may be the last time you see this beautiful sight,
For the town's people are out,
On this dark night,
They do not see the beauty,
Only the hatred they all feel,
For the witch amongst their children.

The distance,
Trees swaying in the moonlight breeze,
Cold stones,
Yet warm hearts,
The pack howls from the den in the cliff,
As if they were free souls,
Up the stairs to the humans den,
Danger lurks under the moon,
Pads Prodding on the rock hard floor,
Cracking in the winter nights,
2 pups had died,
2 more to go.