By the pond a woman cries,
in the witching hour a creature hides.
A lover lost, a woman scorned,
she asks for help from the man with horns.
He gave her strength, she gave her soul,
It may seem strange for those who don’t know
What it’s like to lose a love.
A guardian of the night she shall become,
To avenge the death of her dear loved one.
And when her deed is done,
A price she shall pay.
The life that is her own shall be taken away.
An eternity in hell is what she’ll spend,
Because her lover’s life had to end.
So by the pond her life will fade,
Because her soul she willingly gave.
On a pill she will choke,
And the man with horns laughs at his joke.
A lesson learned by all who hurt,
A lover lost is life’s own work.
Don’t blame you God for what man had done,
Don’t give your soul to the man with horns.
And in the end, live and let live,
Or you’ll soon see the man with horns will always win.
Michael Oubridge
Great :)
Heather Loster
thanks micheal!
PhotogeniquE IPA
nicely dark and yet with a deeper message
Heather Loster
thanks dave!