Artist: The Sword
Napalm Records
A thing of beauty to behold, but a sorrow to possess,She’ll take all that you offer until there’s nothing left.Nothing left.
Face hidden in shadow beneath a hood of quills.The pinions of her raiment conceal all her ills.
Beneath her cloak of feathers lies a body soft and fine,Eyes of hazel green, flowing hair as dark as wine.A thing of beauty to remember, but a sorrow to forget,She took all that I gave her ’til there was nothing left.
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