The skies above are set ablaze
As the sun slides out of sight
Antisapation runs through his vains
For he knows she'll come out tonight

A song of deaden hopes and dreams
Are all that fill the air
He knows she's not as she seems
As he holds a loveing stare

Drenched in velvet as red as blood
Beauty that's impossable to compare
Her desire comes at you like a flood
Her face so white and fair

She walks along a path of stone
To the Garden of The Dead
She picked a rose that was on its own
And watched it while it bled

The moon shines down upon her face
As he takes a deep breath in
He walks to her at a steady pace
Ready to indulge in their sin

A wolf cries out to the moon
She looks up to see her lover
He knows she'll be leaving soon
He shall forever suffer

The rose falls from her hand
Left alone to bleed and die
He pulls her close on this forsaken land
Embraced within eachother they lie

His finger slides down her arm
Hands undoing her dress of red
A passion that means no harm
The garden floor becomes their bed

They leave tracks upon the dirt
Underneath a sky so black
She slowly pulls off his shirt
Traceing her nails along his back

Her body beneath him lays ever so warm
While their legs are intertwined
Their lust rages like a storm
Within their passion they stay confind

Faster and faster there hearts race
They're both covered in sweat
They begin to pick up the pace
And at that moment their eyes met

They saw within eachothers eyes
A love so pure and true
They laid under the darkend sky
No one but them two

As the sun rose he begins to weep
For his love is fadeing away
All this time he's been asleep
Curse the forsaken day

His heart cries out for one more dream
Of passion, lust, and love
Longing for his moonlit queen
Whos soul now rests above

He walks along a path of stone
To the land of the dead
He knows he's now on his own
For his love now sleeps in her eternal bed
 
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