Obsession

Made through the cries of a crescent moon My name bring forth your spirit's doom A beauty appears for you to see Yet tears and sorrows if you possess me. I dance with the rhythm of the waves of the sea With youthful vigor filled with glee Dare plunge to deep waters and beyond the bay And see me waiting there with fey. Dwelt in the entrails of a pagan's soul With just innocence and loving goal Have grown and molded with pains and tears Fated to be abandoned and thrown with fears.