"Her Soul"
by Vernon "Blake" Rose
I lost my one true love
she never saw it coming
her dress was as white as a dove
I sat there as she was dyingShe was a Wiccan priestess
She was a Pagan child
Now I hold her blood soaken dress
Why she had to be so wildNow she is fucked
She has no where to turn
She could not luck out
Now she will burnHer mortality
I don't know how to grieve
This fucked up reality
Now I want to leaveI never told her how I really felt
I live in regret
No way I could have dealt
I wish I could go back to the day we metNow I worry about her soul