The Sun

The sun's been raped and no longer gives a comforting warmth.  
The ice begins to sprout like weeds, entraping her in its ivy serpentine.  
Forever.  
The icy demon closing its claws firmly wrapped around her body.  
She's now its.  
Forcefully violating her delicate figure, molding her the way it sees fit.  
Corrupting the elegant of her form.  
 
Whats left of her.  
A piece of her was safe with me.  
Can I dream this piece is the seed  
that will grow into what she was before, maybe.  
If only it was so easy.  
 
Her nightmares, his terror, my horrified eyes are...  
 
Crying.  
If the sun will rise again its light will eclipse a silhouette.  
Of what was before the shine gets dimmer.  
Sooner or later everything's in darkness.  
 
The moon doesn't shine it's now a phantom in the sky.  
Somewhere within that abyss I can feel its eyes are always watching.  
Feasting her movements.  
Waiting for a moment to strike again.  
 
She's helpless, he's powerful, I'm trembling as always.  
In a place where she is safe.  
Her mistreatment won't be forgotten so easily.  
I know that.  
She now has frozen up but still I carve a message on ice.  
 
Crying.  
If the sun will rise again its light will eclipse a silhouette.  
Of what was before the shine gets dimmer.  
Sooner or later everything's in darkness.  
Grasp her fragile heart which too can break.  
So I'll always be careful when I bring it to  
her hollow shell to see  
and hope she remembers.  
 
Remember, remember  
he's out there  
always waiting...