captured by these traitorous shadows have i been,
haunting sounds have begun to sow
a fiend of mine must it be thought i
for this crimson stain is from one long i've known

captured by these traitorous shadows have i been,
for so weary these limbs have become
so brittle these bones have become
so lame this soul hath become
so lost this mind hath become

captured by these traitorous shadows have i been,
thy glistening eyes hath begun to glow
as these flowers have halted to grow
and the wind hath halted to blow

and ask i...

hath the blood dried where i fell?
ere mine is this to plow my tears
to be freed from you, mine fiend?

and alas, sensed was i...
for thy cold yet burning arms held me close
it was thou, the moon-
the one and only who doth gaze down below unfaltering to plunge in and drown with me in these puddles of tears
and hold mine hands
to keep the both of us aloft

-boonthemoonluv