Trapped in the eclipse, darkness holding tightly

Breath is scarce and rapid as is the mind and heart

Eyes open wide and horrified mouth open in a scream, lips parted slightly

Praying the night will soon depart

Tension crushes the body while the eyes flicker

Toward the result, a purity, an ill-tempered will

Blood is flowing, making the ground slicker

It crawls up her spine in a chill

The daggers that pierced her were gentle

But as her fingers grazed the top, the shadows controlled

Never believing what she has perceived was mental

Listen to the heart and truth behold.

The purity rose, petals of thorns

Slicing those within the Enchanted Garden

Seeming so isolated, pure in the shadows, alone

She screams into the night, asking the same question “When?”

She shed tears of scarlet to the rose

A fool, tricked by the power of the shadow

Surrounded, never to see light again, shadows enclose.

Terror inside her wished for light to bestow

And as the shadow wrapped the pale face,

She holds a white rose, still crimson tears she cries

She finally let’s go and lets ebony embrace

Now a dark angel, raven wings unfold, and she flies.