The Vault

The legend is that long ago

A maiden dead 'neath Blood-Red snow

Her life oozed out,painful,slow

To nurture dead-things,crawling,low



Her lovers' sorrow,torment,mad

The greatest love he ever had

His soul he'd give to ease the pain

If she would only live again



She'd lived in grace and without fault

In peace she slept within the vault

But he with selfish devil-plan

Would have her back how e'er he can



Alone at night to tomb he'd go

Caress her body,long,and slow

Morning found in dawns' glow

Dead he lie 'neath Blood-Red snow