Cold and stormy are her eyes,

Light is her darting tongue.

And I break when she cries,

Forever old, forever young.

She dances like a grey fairy,

Void of colour, full of light.

My heart becomes the grave to bury

A silver knife hidden from sight.

She flits and flies and steals

A kiss from the lips of all,

Prances away in heavy heels

She is my tragic downfall.