… She left all the rocks, Embraced with the skies, But landed in a net of deceit and lies And cried to the sound of a sunset demise With her heart in the gutter Nothing was to rise But the horns on his head And crimson in his eyes.
I've heard that the ocean will often cry, Cry tears all along the moon pulled tides, For she knows she can never hold the same beauty, That the shards of beryl hold in your eyes.