Eyes glimmer like the h***-frost
Yet thrice devoid of warmth
Like the sun reflects on snowy fields
Wit sparkles bright as a dying star
Within the gaze lies a merciless will
Yet thrice devoid of grace
Like the mother drowns her own child
With a heart empty of all emotion
Yet thrice devoid of warmth
Like the sun reflects on snowy fields
Wit sparkles bright as a dying star
Within the gaze lies a merciless will
Yet thrice devoid of grace
Like the mother drowns her own child
With a heart empty of all emotion