Zahara

Today I Dreamt Of Her,
The Way Her Cold Eyes Pierced Through My Soul,
Her Ruby Lips Contorted Into A Sinister Smile,
And I Felt Myself Falling Apart.

O' Sweet Zahara,
Bless Me With Your Beauty,
Curse Me With Your Misery,
Don't Let Me Drown In This Ignorance.

A Pen,
A Knife,
Both Terribly Loyal To He,
Who Loses Himself In The Page Of An Old Novel,
A Great Tale Of Two Inseparable Souls.

The Blood That Runs Through My Veins,
Spilling Onto The Tainted Sand,
Calls For You My Queen.
The Only One I Want,
And Tonight Under The Stars,
I Shall Dream Of You Again.