Cheshire Smile The sun hangs low, A bright eye ..

übersetzen 11 Jahre

Cheshire Smile The sun hangs low, A bright eye leaving. Slowly the#moonrises, Awakening the dark. Metal steel gleams, Wicked and sharp. Eyes wide with fear, A tear or few. Muffled screams, Horrible sobbing. The#moonhigher up, Glows a wicked glow. Enticing the horrors, Of a twisted fantasy. Corner of the lip, To meet the ear. Now the other side, A perfect smile. The#moonsettles, Low and snug. Her smile is complete, Never will she frown. When people call her names, She'll only smile. As the#moonfades away, And the sun rises again.