Beautiful girls do dig the best graves,
As pieces of puzzles bedazzle screams,
Shards of hearts unrelenting like waves,
Wishing for it like never-ending streams,
Further along the path, margins shattered,
And I bothered, wonder about its shimmer,
We lull ourselves to sleep as nothing mattered,
In this communion of faces growing dimmer,
Eventide of beauty, beautiful spark of light,
Where earth meets the sky I’m lost within,
The fairest tale overgrowing with bright
In ethereal grace, free from the gift of life,
Nightfall, evenfall, behold where we begin,
Without words, the netherworld is our wife.
