Eyes eclipsed against the moon,
His footsteps doused with ravens' blood,
His trailing cloak sought out my doom;
Beneath the wilting tree he stood.

His pupils searched across the scape;
He mumbled underneath his breath,
A spell that sought out living souls,
A spell to bring to me my death.

I hid behind the briar's patch,
Among the thistles and the thorns,
For I did fear his eye would catch,
My pagan shawl, all patched and worn.

The sky was dark and turning red,
His dilated eyes went white;
And it was then when I first had known,
That hope escaped me on that night.

I turned to flee from out his sight,
To run to hills afar and weep;
But he cast his spell into the blight;
It roused the Angels from their sleep.

His lightning struck me to my knees,
My veins were hardened, black and still,
I heard him laugh with sullen pride,
I heard his footsteps on the hill.

And while in my frozen form,
His figure towered over me;
The reddened sky had ceased its storm,
It now moved out across the sea.

He picked me up and in his arms,
He held me there, doomed to melt;
He put a hand across my eyes,
My senses tingled, but none were felt.

When I awoke I was bare and froze,
I saw him sitting next to me, pale,
With a slight turn of my head he rose,
He was fitted with fur and dark plate mail.

I saw a streak across his face,
Wet from where he'd wept for me,
For his spell had tarnished all my soul;
Slowly he was killing me.

But how this evil man could love,
The thought of it seemed so accursed;
A transformation he'd undergone,
His story must be dispersed...

Once I was his mistress,
And through his sullen hate,
I found the love within his best,
And harbored it, his gate.

But even then I could not control,
His love of greed, his love of pain;
I slowly watched it all take hold,
I did my best to keep him sane.

And every now and then he would,
Bring me a pale blue flower;
He'd hold me close and kiss me,
We'd sit and talk for hours.

But once while we were walking,
An old man took his arm;
Of a power he was talking,
One that could do all harm.

My lover's eyes then flashed with want,
His lips mouthed foul words,
And soon I heard the old man's screams,
That silenced all the birds.

My lover stole the spoken powers,
And that's when I first saw,
That there would be not one more flower;
There'd be no love at all.

His power then succumbed him,
And through his rage he hurt,
All those who'd done wrong against him,
But he hurt me the worst.

I know he didn't mean to,
But he had lost control;
There was only one thing I could do,
Before death could take its toll.

So in the night I stole away,
I changed my looks I changed my face,
I did almost everything,
To escape that evil place.

So I lived in silent solitude,
I was my one and only;
But little did I realize,
That my lover grew so lonely.

And soon all rage consumed him,
And he rode and sought me out;
He found my figure, pale and slim,
But my change had caused him doubt.

And in the night, again I fled,
But this time my plan had failed;
He followed swiftly after me,
He was a hound on my trail.

For days I ran consistently,
But I could not escape his sight;
He chased me through the woods and more,
He chased me to the blight.

So on that barren land I hid,
Till he came trotting up;
He struck me down and scooped me up,
So now I'm out of luck.

And when I die this mournful death,
He'll sit and weep for hours;
And on my grave, I know he'll place,
Once last pale blue flower.



 
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