I hope you enjoy these. Play song and enjoy.
Beauty in the hands of a rose.
No one can escape this cycle of life and death.
As your mortality is coming to a close.
You let out a shaky breath.
You got the right.
Beauty etched in your hand.
But you sit there in fright.
Feeling like your sinking in sand.
You are immortal and have eyes the color of oak.
Dress from pink to blackish red.
Wearing a cloak.
You lay in your new bed.
The church of immortality and light.
Run down and old.
It is a gothic sight.
As you dance in embers the color of gold.
Beauty is laced.
Laced in purity and love.
As you have been placed.
And you can't shove.
You are a grace to this place.
Their hasn't been a chosen one in ages.
You get to know everyone and dance in the dress of lace.
But this place feels like everyone is in cages.
You see your true love.
Her hair the color of copper instead of gold.
She went missing after following a mysterious dove.
As everyone comes this way here as I was told.
You play a gothic tune.
As you and your love get married.
You notice the beauty etched with a rune.
Both if us noticed we are carried.
We leave the church.
We head back to the town.
We sit on a wooden bench.
Wearing the wedding gown.
