The gravitational pull
Like a magnet fronting metal
The shimmer of a tear
In the warriors eye
As the first blossom dawns
On that morne in spring
Circulating the world
The feeling of what to be
The unmarred white like innocence
Floats through the houses
Drifts through mortal souls
Where lovers find their home
Each day they scream
From the hollow to the upper echelon
Trying to bind theirselves
With all might combined
The force of nature compells them
To burst out in beastial roar
Cause when the hounds don't hunt
All that was will cease to be
If that days to come now
Where every soul
Is bound to another
To whom would I belong
To you?
