Her Blood-Red Eyes

Quiet for she will here you breathe,
Watch her dances among the leaves.

Can you hear them? The voices,
Judging her for all her choices.

They say she killed her lover,
Only to go and kill another.

They burned her mortal flesh at the stake,
For killing the men her life they must take.

Under the blood-red moon that night,
Her ashes reformed under its dark light.

The whole village paid the price,
For she was the forest and didn't think twice.

You stand up and look unafraid again,
Deep inside the moonlit glen.

I told you not to look in surprise,
At the murder glazed in her blood-red eyes.

They are the eyes of a killer,

But then again yours are the same.

The eyes of my husband.