creature

He longs for the one who will come to his side To bear the night, to become his bride And I hear that he wanders, calling her name It's a game that he plays, a play to remain sane And he calls me up when the moon is high He knows what he knows, to him it is just a lullaby The mourning of widows, the waxing of tears the shadows of my mirror will never do as I please How did I get home? All I remember is the snow Don't remember the train, but I still have his rose a badge of honor of his once righteous home Beautiful creature, it'll never be me Beautiful creature, you'll never do as I please