The Glade

You put my smile in a cage
And I went out to burn you
So, we met in this winter of fate
Who are you? A cold wind blew

Red wine on the carpet
A small path leads through the forest
Broken glass and total destruction
The wayside lined with ferns and moss
Someone dashed out someone's brain
And the path ends at the glade
Parts of bodies in the tub
And crusted blood

You put my smile in a cage
And I went out to burn you
So, we met in this winter of fate
Who are you?

A storm came up above the glade
I thought I noticed our shade
The forest vanished suddenly
So, what will we be?
Nothing left to hide behind
Nothing to protect against the storm
Nothing to hold up final fate
The downfall washed away the glade

The glade
Where paths end
The glade
We met in this winter of fate
Who are you?
A cold wind blew
Nothing to hold up final fate
The downfall washed away the glade



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