Crow's Dream
You are an old love poem,
Hence these descriptions, hence these rhymes,
You are beautiful, you can laugh for without reason.
You are a November morning,
Where the winds blow and the trees shed their leaves,
You are beautiful, you can live without reason.
You're an autumn dream,
Beautiful, scary,
No one else is afraid,
Nor the son for his father, nor Apollo for his Daphne,
As much as losing you scares me.
You are beautiful, you can love for without reason.
-Satan's Crow
You are an old love poem,
Hence these descriptions, hence these rhymes,
You are beautiful, you can laugh for without reason.
You are a November morning,
Where the winds blow and the trees shed their leaves,
You are beautiful, you can live without reason.
You're an autumn dream,
Beautiful, scary,
No one else is afraid,
Nor the son for his father, nor Apollo for his Daphne,
As much as losing you scares me.
You are beautiful, you can love for without reason.
-Satan's Crow