From the graven heart I watch the approaching storm, her voice still calls my name. Her whispers have grown restless, now that my love has changed. The thunder grips the sky, screams of romance within the eye, lust enraged swirls inside the heartbeats, with the pulse of paradise. I catch her fragrance upon the wind , a soulless body filled with sin, her promises lie in a coffin, her gravestone name is weathered thin. Memories fading like a campire, our stories left in dust, a new love shines on me this day, hope coming with the dusk. Stars still hang in full bloom...