Standing In The Mouth Of The Lion's Fool's Nest

 Standing in the mouth of the lion's fool's nest,
Is claim to be a never ending story witch is to be released by thee,
Playing with fire as the flame's burn threw the night,
She invite's the stranger that's been living in her mind,
Trolling in circle's dancing nude into the light,
Curling her hair with the wind  against the whisper's waking the mid night,
Covered in her own demon's as she patrols the in between,
An ancient discovery you probability never see much less believe,
A perfect beautiful storm she summons before your sight,
See compels each moment even if it should ruined her life,
A seductive poison that seduces the night,
A sacrifice is to be begone a pond your every eye's,
She closes her mind only to connect with her prayer,
 A quit spirit that carries more then just a filter,
As she gives a offering of blood to the after life,
Preparing her memories that hunt her dream's each night,
She must first travel to were she never wanted to go,
In order to free herself from the unknown,
She must believe that possibilities are more then possible,
Also your mentality control's more then what the heart desire's,
So when she stared into her own face she notice it won't be long,
Before she fully faded and all that would be left behind won't even notice her name,
So time wait's for know one but it would never be to late for new beginning's only happy ending,
In her case she doesn't care for any of course she will show you better then a tale,
As she continues to be forgotten a queen is born she rises,
Standing in the mouth of  the loin's fool's nest,
Who will be the next victim that will lay to rest,