The red robin asks- "what's new, What's new, The answer is simple- your wine is askew
I'm Safe with you, In your embrace, I yearn for you, I want a taste
Smoke rises from embers gently burning
How can we speak?
I love you, I love you, good-bye,
Digits intertwine, as lips envelope mine,
It is I
Known they, the Sisters of Wrath and Woe, Ever the Devil track’d ere they go.
The cracks of night begin to form, When the horizon teases thoughts of morn,
When silent nights touch silent minds