Cloak Of Feathers

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.

Artist: The Sword
Napalm Records

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s