An invisible girl walks slowly down a solemn path at midnight
The sapphire rain shimmering in the moon\'s delicate dim light
The moisture clinging to the air with a grasp colder than death
Shadows of twisted trees looming over her gasping for breath
Her thin raven hair twirls with her head as she turns
A mighty gust of air swirls towards her like a storm
Vines laced with corrupted thorns slice apart her attire
Branches of spite force her into the mud with evil desire
Exposed to the lust of the damp air beneath a waning moon
Her clothing lying in bloody tatters next to her open wounds
The roots of malevolent silhouettes pin her to the wet ground
Using her until she is an empty husk to be eventually found
The wicked shadows of a sleepless night slowly creep away
The sun sheds light on a secret fight lying naked like clay
Solidifying in place, like a statue forgotten, ravaged by time
She cries with the sapphire rain, beneath the branches of a lonely pine