(The Parlour) Whatever I would do

It is on my mind 

when the rain descends from the heavens

It is the Crimson in my blood

The Fire burning in my heart 

The Cold, Crisp Ice in my veins

It is the song I sing in the darkest nights 

My charm

My protection

The curve in my script

The Skip in my step

How can one do this to me?

Set my soul ablaze

and my wings into flight

You Know what it is

Don't you?

That image in your mind

that ageless, timeless reflection in your eye

you would raise up Hell

And cast down heaven

for them

And that scares you

Doesn't it?

But that is how you know it is real

When you're scared

When you can't even think

or sing

or dance

without the timeless image

of them smiling

haunting your every waking moment.