Asunder

From a spirit that holds only a spec of the dust, in her eyes that I attempted to summon her lust, with no diamonds or pearls to wed this girl, of her hair so pretty and as tight as her curls, so with a whisper so sweet she tell me a lie, I expected so in love eventually to die, a simple little question that only ask why, my love they had slain, not for fortune or for fame, a princess in love with a gentleman so plain, for this trust of her hand, that wedded this man, a mourning so cold, so catch it if you can, till death is spoken into the spirit of stars, seems so close my lady but yet you are so far, She be the devil that dressed in black, call me a lie, though I know its a fact, , her face so beautiful, but the mirror has cracked, she scratch sores to my eyes, that bled in a darkness to an eternity of cries.