Cutting deeper, darkened sleeper
Return to the grave, eternity seeker
With all your might, day and night
Thinking of your fate dealer
She sits in trees, with broken knees
Needs them not, for she has wings
Takes off in flight, leaving sight
Away, for now, your fate she brings
"Revenge," you say, but not today
You're underground, but that you may
Chose a battle you can't fight
You curse as she flies away |