Ink black lips

Blood red eyes

An unravleled truth in a web of lies

Falling stars circle the indigo sky

A soft wind, a gentle breeze, upon the one with wings.

A bear dances and a tree sings of one with a deadly reign

A gun aimed at life while the cold creeps into a December white

A deadly hallow at its peak, women drink their poision with death below their feet

Find the unraveled truth in a web of lies from the words of ink black lips and blood red eyes of dancing bears and parted wings

Things I almost remember

And a song, someone sings

Once upon a December when the snow falls and the black winged bird calls

Blood red roses against the December white, a pricked finger of a pale wife

Her blood drips down the thorn, down to the snow where the red looks alive against the white

Those peridot eyes glow so boldly against the bright

Those blood red drops stained the snow while black-gray ashes glow within the eyes of a crow

The ashes coat the white turning the land into a dead gray

The trees wilt and the flowers die, while the petals float away

An evil shadow, a deadly reign

A dancing bear, a song someone sang

Once upon a December when the white turned to gray

And the blood stains the petals of the one who prays