She’s the Eclipse Weaver
She’s the Silent Dreamer
Born out of evil thought
The sad truth she sought
She’s the Angel of Blight
The Saint of Lost Sight
Darkness swirls in her heart
Darkness which she has no part
Seeking for the answers to her life
Lost memory filling her heart with strife
The nightmares are getting more vivid each night
Wondering what horrors lie past the fright
Head dizzy, body unfeeling
The truth leaving her very soul reeling
To learn she was evil, a being a darkness
Made her thow away all thoughts of caution
Eyes glowing red, hands glowing black
Smile telling you she’s on the attack
Fangs which are ready to pierce
A look that strikes within your heart fear
Then the heart which grow soft all these years
Sheds these thought provoking tears
Which thaws out her now icy soul
And she huddles on the floor, her body cold
Her true love is there, open hand
It is then that she understands
A being of darkness, coldness she felt
But by the light her icy heart melt
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