When the mighty storm checks in...
my heart strings begins strumming
a tune so frightening, oh so out of here
The night winds swirl like magic
around your hair, covering a thing of beauty
howling of your cries become distant
as you stand before me, I hold onto you!
Those eyes once gentle now in a detached past
not belonging to me, but to another darker side
stare intensely into mine...fiery they burn
as if consuming my inner soul -
My hold on you slowly disintegrates
no more can I touch or feel you
you have been taken, belonging to another