the Beginning:
A maiden whisper, a soft call in the night, visions luminated by candle light. Her voice it echos , she softly sings, a rythmatical tale of erotic things. Her lullaby has you hypnotized, as you falter and gaze deep into her eyes. You slip deeper into your dreams, as you fantasize of erotic things. Her touch seduces as you fall to weakness, lips are silent, her warm breath upon your neck you become speechless. She drifts away as dark fades to day, you beg for night to return to falter again to her gaze, you listen intently for your maiden to sing so she can tell you about erotic things.
part deux:
Barren, broken hallowed soul, winters hand her soul has shown, cold, her icy touch, fragile now my hand seems, her soul old, her touch leaving me breathless and cold..she is known by many with different names, winter hand, a jaded lovers touch no matter what her name the feeling remains the same, sunken hallow of despair, a winter's hazy gloomy gaze. She touched your heart, i felt it in your veins, the icy river painfully distained. I disappeared years ago under winter cloak, rarely do I appear, flooded away my memories, fear and tears, wasting time as these winter months turn into years. i kiss the moon and drift into night, as she leads me by the hand, she whispers to my ear, " No man out there loves you like I do" taking me back to the broken hollowed souled land. The tear drops I leave, that glisten on the pathway, serve as a reminder that I miss love that I wasn't always cold this way.
Part tri: Barren, hollowed soul, her thin fingertips, pursing silence upon your lips, she dances in your midnight dreams, her hazy, shadow figured crawling upon your skin, your thoughts they wonder back to erotic things. Her moans and wicked laugh, the slighted honry smile, she keeps you chained down and you bask in the devilsih delight awhile. Though her vains run ice, her soul of gasoline and fire, she fuels your thought and nite time dreams with passion and desire. Her poisoned ivy legs wrap around your torso taking you further down, more than you knew so. Her sexual delight is all you need, you forget about love as you feed. Your blood it begins to run cold, so the birth begins of another broken barren hallowed soul. Seduced everytime a maiden sings as you come to her and whisper Erotic things.
4th quarter:
Winters breath blows and moans through the darkend skies, it whispers all its little white tales, lies and alibies. Like a thief in the nite the voice calls to you, caressing what you knew. Like black magick the spell is cast, your heart so bitter, that love can never last. You drank the potion of your own accord, forsaken the one who adored. If you could only get back to them , though now they are a foggy haze, can you find your way out of pandora's maze? you sank so deep in the pleasure of erotic things, you forgotten what the heart brings. Without thier heart and warmth of smile, you dwell in this vexed hell a while. you gambeled with your love, your heart and fate and succumed to lovers hate. It took no courage to become so vile and turn away loves offerings because in the end as the fragrance of your lover canters back, you realize in your lovers hands was always the erotic things.
