Her voice was calm
but in her eyes storms were raging
years of torment
forever hidden, conflict was waging
in her forest of night
sleep was a vast forbidden shadow
gates of darkness
deeper darker than you\'d ever want to know
a halo surrounds her
complicated intriguing rings of sadness
halls of sorrow
long deserted corridors of madness
she\'s a soft beauty
hiding a meadow of faded flowers
sirens dance
heart pounding into a maze of conflicted hours
she\'s kneeling at dawn
dying trees in a deserted quarter
pathway to morning
solid ground turned to deep still water
lovely woman
behind her eyes clouds were forming
her voice was calm
but in those eyes a storm warning