Predator in the dark woods
Piercing the leaves in the air hit
Two sharp arrows from the mist
Into my heart as the pain persists,
In silence, I cried as the hope desist.
Dark in the woods, seen an angel
In a hood, shining bright on the head,
Had a crown of light, bright and round
That hold my breath; I’m not yet dead.
Soothing the pain, her blue big eyes,
Beauty she is, a captivating surprise,
In life and death, I want to go with otherwise,
Don’t need this life without her at sunrise.
Wet and swell her rosy little lips,
Kiss my wound as the warm blood drips,
Drop by drop falling on the sticks,
Dry though sprout, fresh little leaves.
Sprout and fall the pretty little leaves,
As stops the heart red that bleeds,
No agony, no suffering all she waives,
Sucking all the blood in the dark green veins.
White and pale turns out the skin,
Cold and stiff making the body within.
Sharp and red turns the invisible horns,
Revealing the angel, the true face as in.