All is well in a maiden's fair heart, no darkness shall over throw
Hidden well in the depths of her being is rage and question
Taught to be someone for someone or for something
All is well and fair in a dying fire of desire, hope, and purpose.
Spare me the kind words for they have no use in a maiden's fair heart.
She who is graceful, dear to everyone, adored by many
What ever could be a trouble for a flower in a peaceful meadow
No one would think a storm is resting in her mind and soul
Fear the soul driven by fear and knowledge for they know to much
Hide from the joy brought by naivete and hope, it shatters like glass
A fair maiden was once a child of innocence and peace
Yet she grows into so much more that what was written in prophecy
Scream not to the heavens, a maiden speaks quietly
How would the gods hear my plea if I remain unheard and discarded
Oh a maiden so fair and wealthy in love what ever do you plea
l ask for a death so sudden and painful that I shall allow myself to feel
Written in art are maidens rescued so bravely, what for
Savior of a life that is hopeful and locked in love never felt freedom
I don't ever want to leave a tower that guides me from what is real
Let the fantasy of reality remain with me and I shall live in peace
Stripped of freedom, the maiden's fair heart forced to love dearly
Rage and question proceeds to be numb and ignored
How does someone feel love without feeling sad and hopeless
Should they ever be felt all at once is a tragedy awaiting
Rescue her not for she asks for everything to end as she screams
Hear her plea as she asks for nothing but naivete and joy
Feel all her rage and love shown in dew drops from her eyes
A flower on a cold spring morning, a maiden's withered heart dries
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
All is well in a maiden's fair heart, no darkness shall over throw
Hidden well in the depths of her being is rage and question
Taught to be someone for someone or for something
All is well and fair in a dying fire of desire, hope, and purpose.
Spare me the kind words for they have no use in a maiden's fair heart.
She who is graceful, dear to everyone, adored by many
What ever could be a trouble for a flower in a peaceful meadow
No one would think a storm is resting in her mind and soul
Fear the soul driven by fear and knowledge for they know to much
Hide from the joy brought by naivete and hope, it shatters like glass
A fair maiden was once a child of innocence and peace
Yet she grows into so much more that what was written in prophecy
Scream not to the heavens, a maiden speaks quietly
How would the gods hear my plea if I remain unheard and discarded
Oh a maiden so fair and wealthy in love what ever do you plea
l ask for a death so sudden and painful that I shall allow myself to feel
Written in art are maidens rescued so bravely, what for
Savior of a life that is hopeful and locked in love never felt freedom
I don't ever want to leave a tower that guides me from what is real
Let the fantasy of reality remain with me and I shall live in peace
Stripped of freedom, the maiden's fair heart forced to love dearly
Rage and question proceeds to be numb and ignored
How does someone feel love without feeling sad and hopeless
Should they ever be felt all at once is a tragedy awaiting
Rescue her not for she asks for everything to end as she screams
Hear her plea as she asks for nothing but naivete and joy
Feel all her rage and love shown in dew drops from her eyes
A flower on a cold spring morning, a maiden's withered heart dries