Haunted

White's fleeting beauty would never last, She is now a ghost of the girl in the past She talks with a voice that could shatter glass She finds joy in the horrors that have come to pass. Her face twists with an ugly grin As you see the ice that lies within. Anger claims Red's fighting limbs His is a fire that always wins, Bubbling, boiling, white-hot rage Spills over from its iron cage. He burns her castle to the ground Her frost sinks in flames and drowns. Black comes in a mask of sorrow, Shook by the thought that there's no tomorrow. Black swallows whole the spirits' cries And their darkness spreads across the skies. The air turns dark with the glooming grey As shadows rush to sweep you away.