Frost on Her Pillow Cradle of Filth

Facedown I sprawl in the forest's cathedral
Where she lies in thrall to a slippery coffin

I first saw her grin in this graven lair
My heart starting to canter
Snow white skin and raven hair
Lips full red as a blood decanter

But hatred hunted there
In tyranny's mirror
The magickal rites
Turned with jealousy on a young reflection

Back then Spring's breeze sweetened the night
Now the evenings are longing, shadows delight
And frost on her pillow glitters by the moonlight

Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways
This past midnight Cinderella
With a smile like the winter sun on a misty day
And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas

But poison stunted there
Seven trees weaving
Arbour on nights
Spent in ecstasy
Neath their woodland awning