Across
the room with flying grace,
the devil's
fangs that I must face.
Those claws
of hers will never stay,
My resting
place she comes to play.
Alone am
I in battles flight,
she calls
to me from growing height.
A fool
am I who cannot run,
to spoil
all her playful fun.
As she
draws near with rising fear,
I cannot
shed a single tear.
Through
schemes of play so very coy,
I fell
like nothing but a toy.
She rips
my tattered limbs apart,
and tears
an already broken heart.
Your toy that is my broken heart,
Dancloud