Frost On Her Pillow

Facedown I sprawl in the forest's catherdral
Where she lies in thrall to a slippery coffin

I first saw her grin in this graven lair
My heart starting to canter
Snow white skin and raven hair
Lips full red as a blood decanter

But hatred hunted there
In tyranny's mirror, magickal rites
Turned with jealousy on a young reflection
Back then spring's breeze sweetened the night
Now the evenings are longing, shadows delight
And frost on her pillow glitters by the moonlight

Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways
This past midnight Cinderella
With a smile like the winter sun on a misty day
And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas

But poison stunted there
Seven trees weaving, arbour on nights
Spent in ecstasy neath their woodland awning
She fell foul to witchcraft's designs
A weeping willow, wicked willed to sleep
There's frost on her pillow at the cost of mourning

Now the lands fall gray, devils revel and obey
A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella
The queen of hearts tarred by the cards she's swift to play
In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways

Our fairytale is over
My love lies dead
The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia
Misadventure strides instead

A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray
Pressed against the glass in pain
One final graven kiss to say "my love I will avenge"
Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed
Beneath the tree-entangled moon
Why did you have to leave so soon my illuminary friend?

But hatred hunted there
In tyranny's mirror justified spite
Turned armageddon on a stunned reflection
Back then hell's freeze strangled the night
Summer is coming, new flames ignite
And frost on her pillow is lost to morning light