White petals fall from their branches in the summer

They shine and glisten like her tears, like ice

Beneath the snowy surface lies a cold heart, that

Not even the sun can melt - a soul of despair

A time ago the heart beat soundlessly, wordlessly

Warmth and light tore through her soft skin

But that heart drowned in the depths of misery and grief

Sinking and freezing, a treasure lost to darkness

The soul blossomed to bloom, twisting and writhing

Its vines curled around the heart and squeezed it

Constricted it tightly and refused to release it

And the bitter heart was strangled

Beauty shines; she is a lovely, deadly disease

Taking the hearts of men and crushing them

Seizing their hopes and dashing them

Despite this I still chase the white woman

Alabaster hair, long and scented - shaggy snow

The midnight moon's radiance spun into tumbling spidersilk

A honey-sweet smile edged by soft cherry lips

How delicate and fragile this blossom is.

A beautiful tragedy; my soul is fierce with dismay

Desperate for a path through her winterous heart

I search for safe haven from her deadly serenity

Seeking the summer that I see so rarely in her

Her eyes shine, tempting; dancing on the edge of sin

To hold and be so distant, the endurance is maddening

Let me break and shatter; let me devour what I desire

Teasing, mocking; consume me and I'll willingly submit