She possesses a veil
a black widow
the foe of the day.
Good night Mr. Mr. Pear!
Do you seem to fear?
For I saw a drop of tear.
Look deep in my soul, my love,
For I’m tormented by your will.
Tonight your game does not amuse me
Tonight your ship sails away.
Your absence aggravates my open sores.
Your distant soul cracks my bones.
Her bow is a threat,
Her arrow provokes death.
A sense of remorse
Redemption to cause.
She stretches her wings
A song she brings
A violin's strings.