Le visage de broillard

her antartic like skin
with dark liqoured eyes
that sought everywhere
she fades to grey and the colour dies

A queen of snow she became
she kissed cold in the night
with lips attuned with symmetry
divinity's creature with a bite

She shone on watercolours
she's as precious as a pearl
but those that couldn't have her
took the world from this girl

people that krept through the wood
felt her presence sway
with the light of the moon
putting reason to flight to death as their way

her face fades to grey
Devenir a gris
she fades to grey
pas plus de couleur

her dress was torn
no more raven hair
her beauty had faded
only grey was there

her tortured soul lay upon the ice
but she vowed never to part
her words stained the air as she took her last breath:
'jelous heaven stole my heart'

Elle est allee avec le gris
mais au moins reste
le visage de la beaute