Wish You Were Here..

Y sneak from behind the woods ?

when your lady

waits on the Road

the road through the Woods..

on the dark road

With the door open.

Open though for you,

the worst of the World

the dust, the heat

burn her, haunt her

trickle the blood

of Lust, of Pain..

Oh sweet dilemma ..

that honeyed Torment

sitting on  the Edge

the sceptre of Vengeance

thy arrows through me

So killing

so craving

so moving

so yearning

that butterflies Fly away..

When she goes down

and dies her Heart out

The dragons shall Sneak in

and

the Woods shall Burn…..