Gone The World 'Lady Of The Sea' Poem by The Lastdon

The rise of your demise,

for the glare that sparkles within her eyes,

sends me heartfelt of despair,

from this maiden that not care, for she is of the darkness,

but her skin is of the fair, in her eyes, again, for she will rise,

as her heart blackens the skies, for scorn is her name and for all that despise, from the blood and lies,

as this story will live on after all that dies, for all she means of berries and creams, for as pleaseant as she seams, did turn nightmares into dreams,

for all i have lost that will pay of the cost, for as the wickedest of hearts are chilled with a frost, for my life is the cost,

tis all that we wish is as clear as day and as broken as her body in secret where she lay.