THE NIGHT SHE WENT LOOKING THERE WAS BLOOD, ICE AND ASHES A SHIVERING EMBER THAT CUT UP THE DARK SHE HAD FLINT IN HER FINGERS EYES SPARKING WITH IRE AND SPLINTERS OF OTHER COLD NIGHTS IN HER HEART
JUST A LITTLE WHITE ROSE A GLINT IN THE SNOW ICE IN THE BONE AND SHES AID
I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU IN THE SHARDS OF THE MIRROR I'LL BE THERE, I'LL BE THERE I'LL FOLLOW, I'LL FIND YOU AND YOU WON'T SEE ME COMING I'LL BE THERE, I'LL BE THERE
WELL SHE SOUGHT HIM IN SHADOWS AND IN WHISPERS AND DITCHES SHE COULD STILL TASTE THE BOLT OF HIS BREATH ON THE WIND
THROUGH BARBED WIRE AND BRACKEN AND BROKEN ILLUSIONS SHE COULD STILL TASTE THE SALT IN THE CRACKS OF HER SKIN
JUST A LITTLE BLACK ROSE A THORN IN THE SNOW ASH IN HER VEINS AND SHE SAID
I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU...
WHEN SHE FINALLY FOUND HIM ASLEEP IN THE GARDEN SHE FLICKERED JUST ONCE AND THEN BANISHED ALL DOUBT
SHE CLUTCHED ALL OF HER PROMISE AND HOPE IN HER POCKET STRUCK STEEL UPON STONE AND JUST LET IT ALL OUT
A LITTLE RED ROSE A STAIN ON THE SNOW BLOOD ON HER HANDS AND SHE SAID