Her BodyUnder the moonlight sky, her body lied there still without motionThe act of her last motion made clear in the letters spelled out on the ground.Her eyes open to the full never blinkingHer body lie there dressed in crimson her arms open no weapon at hand.None knew she was gone, none know who she wasAnd she would not tell.Her body lie there cold to the touch no warmth to comfort the livingHer lips were drawn open but she did not speak.Her skin was pale as the moon her teeth lined with crimsonWho was this beauty of a beast, whoShe was not dead but not livingShe just lies there waiting for another to pass byHer eyes are said to draw you in as she sings her deadly serenadeShe longs for the life stolen so long agoBut all her body aches for now is the warmthThe warmth of your crimson bloodHer body that is no longer human anymore
BeautifulSitting upon the branch of dawn, I see you passing by. My dew falls off my tender leaves, hitting the ground below. From the seed you planted in the ground that sprung life into this green tree. Since the dawn of the day and till the dusk of night I wait your gentle hand, to free me from this wretched place, trapped by branch and root, my one life line. Will you come and pick me, no you pass me by again. Is today the day you come? Come and pick no you pass me by, picked another apple but not mine. Do you even spare a passing glance at me? Do you not see that I am beautiful! My green skin my heavy leaves, do you not see that I am beautiful? Will today be the day that you pick me, will that day ever come?