It is whom who calls me to this dismal place?
We have danced as this before; your eyes were sealed and blinded,
for as is due upon all times is truth of sons whose mothers were let down.

So when alone does she ponder if he thought about her smile.
He smiles back before he leaves but all she saw was his shadow.
She says goodbye to her knight, whose armour is pitch black.
He turns away from his qween, to hide the wounds received in battle.
And as he walks away to bleed upon himself..
He wishes he could tell her its his heart that hurts the most.
She whispers to herself all the things she should of said..
He thinks he hears her voice as an echo in his head.
She leaves her thoughts to wander about nights hell never see..
All the while within her dream she knows hell never be.
Amongst himself he walks as if there needent be a floor..
Broken were his wings until his qween has healed his sores.
Beneath her teardrops fall until her blood was left alone,
Full of cries within her heart thats empty while she moans.
Acheived his goal within now just limit her true look,
She amplifies her beauty to a beast within a book.
And such a Devil isnt dammed to only burn with fire..
But temptations for a flesh in which forbid him to acquire.
(For all I'll hear is silent screams,
when i pass these moments by with dreams)
LVThN