Amai-hime
08-13-2008, 07:49 PM
With his skull in her arms,
She cries,
Sitting beneath a dead tree of red roses,
The autumn moon glides across the black sky,
Whispering secrets to the man who died.
She cries,
Sitting beneath a dead tree of red roses,
The autumn moon glides across the black sky,
Whispering secrets to the man who died.