The keys to my eternity Once lay in your hands. That which makes my identity Flows, like shifting sands.
When at dusk I call your name I start the dance and the game. For the crimson dawn, Rose, as you went⦠gone.
If only you had treated my heart Like more than a piece of frozen meat. Thank you still, for awaking my art, While you skipped across glass, with bare feet.
Your skin was the hearth during snowfall, Yet you still had the absolute gall To claim everything which was once mine. Between love and power, is a thin line.