An Ode to her suffering..

an ode to her suffering
an end to her withering
her withering heart of sorrow
an end to her weeping
a heart that once wept

drive the sharpest edge into your sorrow
and let the desire freely follow
one that is a brute could never know
what odds his eyes are to see
as she turns him in..

what winter to fall upon her
so to keep her from snow flakes
she wears wolfish fur
upon all the blood you wept
is her black serenity

her human heart yearns love
as you kiss her upon her glove
a kiss to adorn her decadence
within a heart of true romance
lies her eternal fall

yesterday she loved his heart
and today she ate his heart
from darkest winds at her doors
she awaits thy knock
she eats your sorrow and make you whole

an ode to his suffering
an end to his withering
his withering heart of sorrow
an end to his weeping
a heart that once wept