Hidden in the shadows of a lie
A world exists that flows through the surface of all that is
There among the refuse is primal perfection
A rose bud that grows hard against the brashness of the world
Ferocious instincts captivate an audience of silent watchers
Slowly, the universe spins down to entice those who prey on fear

The night draws them into full fits.
Rage and passion dance to the beat of greed
Men keep secrets submissive to what may befall them

Only one keeps her eyes on the thoughts of those sheep that lay beneath her
A maiden lost in time
A monster fused in flesh with the perfect back light
Rose against the Moon