By Lyndee Ortega

View Past the grasp of beauty cast in flame

A fate is sang when glance is fast to form

Her craft is built from shout of tortured name

Worthless renders choice when looks dim to shame

Because her soul is gloom when time conforms

View past the grasp of beauty cast in flame

Thy Stumble born from senseless thought to blame

Her life preserved in glow of weightless norm

Her craft is built from shout of tortured name

Think not of silken lips nor treasured fame

Lie crimson kiss of promise grieve forlorn

View past the grasp of beauty cast in flame

Contrast the trap of withers fought reclaim

Your peace is vast only omit false warm

Her craft is built from shout of tortured name

Lie still, lie quiet, the force of her reign

Without the help of guidance brace her storm

View past the grasp of beauty cast in flame

Her craft is built from shout of tortured name