sun-like hair – her strands made of light
she burns like a witch, her lips wet from tears
the smoke of hers – like faerie dust
covering the ground with pieces of scorched soul

you! created me in the midst of fever
brought me into the world of pianos and violins
you kissed my hands, when everything was falling apart
and through the vengeance, I cleaned my heart

you, my pale guardian, my furrowed heart
you selfish and proud, a marble statue marked by dark coal
you brought the child into the nothingness of eternity
damned queen in silks, lashes made of night

her hair are burning, a halo over her
a witch created from lust for life
brough to an end in the day of birth
condamned by sorrow, cursed by pain