She mourned for shattered hearts,
A choice of deep disgrace.
Her violent soul yet to be cursed,
To be burned in black flames.
She writes on paper with a weary pen,
Frozen by the loneliness of hymn.
A pitiful plight that cannot be turned,
Her despicable lust for an unforgivable sin.
She yearned for the romance of a tune
Only to be ruined by pathetic sighs.
Escaping the destiny of a blinding gloom,
She turned to a beastly virtue that led to a price.
She then animated an exciting kill,
Painting everlasting winters.
A mighty hammer that striked her heart,
In the background she could hear the melancholy chorus of song.
She commenced her closing role,
A description of a sad offering.
Breaking the seal of her betraying fate,
The dying sentiment which it takes.