Treasure Island

Alice Lion


daughter of darkness


here she rests all the day
in her room in the attic
tonight she walks

tonight they try
they try to save her mortal soul
she's to quick and dissapears

here lies the daughter of darkness
slipped and fell on the dirt path
here her soul shall rest

here lies the daughter of darkness
they tried to save her
they were to late
here shall her soul lie

daughter of darkness
now with the godess
my she be blessed
here she lies in peace

here lies the daughter of darkness
she begins a new day
she begins a new life
may she be blessed

here lies the daughter of darkness
here she lies all day
she walks at night

they tried to save her but were to late

here lies the daughter of darkness

Submitted: Tuesday, November 11, 2008

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