Description
In the garden of crimson lilies,
Where shadows softly weep,
I wandered through the endless willies,
In dreams that never sleep.
His voice a whisper in the night,
A call I can't ignore,
In his eyes, a fleeting light,
That pulls me to the core.
His touch is cold, his smile a lie,
In this land of endless dread,
Every step a silent cry,
In this world where dreams are dead.
The lilies bloom with blood-stained grace,
A symbol of my fall,
In his arms, a dark embrace,
That holds me in its thrall.
Crimson lilies in the night,
A tale of endless pain,
In his eyes, the fleeting light,
Of a love that's all in vain.
In this garden, wild and free,
Where shadows softly creep,
I search for what can never be,
In dreams that never sleep.
His lies, they weave a tangled web,
Of shadows and of fear,
In this world, I can't forget,
The whispers that I hear.
The garden holds a secret dread,
In every bloom and leaf,
In his arms, my heart is bled,
In shadows dark and deep.
Crimson lilies in the night,
A tale of endless pain,
In his eyes, the fleeting light,
Of a love that's all in vain.
In this garden, wild and free,
Where shadows softly creep,
I search for what can never be,
In dreams that never sleep.