Fall

Broken bones And weathered hearts Dragged through forests Torn apart Holding on yet couldn't bare To face the moon with lonely stare Lifeless loins sift through the sand Finger's pale in frozen hand Weeping willow arching ache Paid the dept of past escape Now she lies in well of thorns Shadow looms Those devils horns Feelings deep she cannot hear That voice inside that calls her dear Not fast enough to break away And so here she lies The end of days