Nahemah

From the deepest dream
I caught a glimpse of the silhouette
I was seduced by the purity
That could never be tamed
Just as time does to leaves in golden fall
My worst nightmare
Was a sweet tragedy
That lifted itself over the bare trees
On an agonizing, desolate and withered forest
A fatal winter dwelled in my heart
When she raised her eyes
And shaved me the blaze of the moon
And I adored her
A tear falls in the loss of time
Under the weak light of my being
And its trail is nothing more than my soul
Pleadings from a sacred dawn
Just ironic voices in my mind
Whilst the honey tingled on my lips
I was crucified
Thrown to the passion of the night