When the days become night
Enchanted by Her chilly embrace
Delivers one final graven kiss
After all, for tomarrow
It'll disappear out of sight

Gripped tight, not too soft
He hangs it atop the structure's loft
A necklace made of broken dreams
And lovers that despise

Rescued from eternity
She now knows why it was
Have to see, need to bleed
Masking emotion
Whit a quick promised notion
Ending it for a brief period
Of time scored in stone
Oooh I should have known
That loves are such as that of hell
Realizing they are faerytales...