Blood and Gold
how must it be to be so old?
hold a burden no one knows
while one lies listening underneath the snow
everything you love you let go
you do it because she wishes it so
but death befell her in the end
how must it be
to be so lonely?
hide behind a party after the mortal day
only so enemies can attack
take what you love away
the young one you cannot save
they took him and made him a slave
the mortal beauty who you kept safe
turns now to immortal in all her grace
but burns keep her hard to taste
the gift of your goddess heals
the weight of the secret nearly steals
Its seems there is nothing for you to do
you arent reality, but I feel for you
and my heart is warm for the art you once knew
I hope everything you love comes back to you
I wrote this while reading Blood and Gold by Anne Rice... Im not finished yet though