The sun shines bright, like a spotlight in the crimson sky,
The azure grass dances and the cerulean trees pirouette,
The girl with a raven as her hair sings, and prepares to die,
She knows that they won’t last, past today.
She stands on a rusty cliff and the violet sea rages,
Her raven thrashing around violently in the wind,
Every part of her has been locked up in cages,
Her feathers wilt and decay, never being attended.
Off the cliff, the raven-haired girl leaps,
Howling and screaming silence the rushing air,
The violet waves violently creep,
To devour the girl with the raven hair.
Alas, she is rescued by a gentle zephyr,
Baby blue and lavender, it carries her away,
To escape life’s departing gift to her,
Death’s sweet embrace will forever lay.
The girl with the raven hair carries on sadly,
Wishing that death would have ferried her away,
Instead, it is Everlife that gives her the key,
To survive and her darkness to slay.
She is ferried away privately,
Into wonderland she finds herself,
Where the rabbit invites her to tea,
And her worries are absolved by a friendly elf.
The flowers always dance and sing,
And the dragons protect her from harm,
Here she is a queen, forever mirroring,
Her childhood dreams that always held such charm.
But on the rough stones, her body lays broken,
Her soul forever free to roam the dreams of a forgotten world,
The violent waves hush and turn into a silent din,
Everlife kisses her and both her wings are unfurled.