Stained Black Heart

Snow fell on my life

From a frozen galaxy.

It was carried on a moonbeam

And sent to cover me.

I knelt alone

In a deep, vaulted cell

And heard above me in the distance

Your glorious death knell.

I once found peace

In your open arms,

But, my pale vulpine prince,

By death you were harmed.

It was many nights ago

That you were stolen from me.

Ever since I've been weeping

On my bent knees.

You were dressed in autumn leaves

And laid in a broken, velvet-lined coffin.

I kissed your still lips.

Such cold I have never forgotten.

I held dead flowers

In your darkened tomb

And carved your story

Into the catacomb walls deep in the Earth's womb.

And all the flowers placed

In your warm and darkened grave

Have long ago bowed their heads,

For even their beauty could not be saved.

I cried to the moon

When she was strong and shining bright,

But the moonlight surrendered,

And my tattered heart trembled with fright.

A fire burned,

But I was still cold,

For my only comfort

Was found in my own growing sorrow.

My withered heart benighted,

I sought solace in the dark.

Could no one understand

The sorrow of my heart?

Now alone I pursue thee

In everlasting darkness.

In this, my saddest hour,

My soul still cries with sickness.

For the sun won't rise,

And my tears won't dry,

And you're all I see

When I close my weary eyes.