HarajukuMaiden

I live in front of you On the other side of the looking glass In my colourless world, full of peace You scream and cry Holding your brethren Fleeing the smoke of a bustling city Amidst people sprinting in different directions Red, white and blue I weep a little, but what can I say To the father of a dead boy, an injured wife and daughter To the families of photographed faces The world’s gone mad Your world’s torn apart

                                                         And the Queen of the Kingdom looked to the skies and said If only I had a child as white as snow…” You can see me now, you’re awake Mouth gaping in a yawn, like a wound And those liquid eyes widen within serenity My baby doll princess, never to be broken Who for so long knew only a peaceful kingdom Where the red sky glows and faint clouds flicker I’ll take you home to a new kingdom It is ruled by a King and a Queen Locked in a civil war Acids and poison scar their souls Crack! Crack! Crack! Splitting the love-strong foundations they built A castle in a concrete

Lament of the Grim Reaper Come gather round, you pretty things This is where my story begins Don't fear the Reaper Have some sympathy As I give you my sad biography In seven days the world was done With Man and Woman just begun But God thought "I need a deliverer to take the dead to Hell or Heaven!" From blackest night and deepest sea He conjured up lil' old me I judge their souls With my Holy Scythe And carry them to the afterlife It wasn't all grim for me, you see I felt no emotion, just apathy A cushy job, expenses paid Though it often got quite lonely Until the day that my fate changed I felt something quite deranged I met a girl, s

-12th February 1554, the grounds of the Tower of London- A thicket of clouds covered the sky, leaving little sunlight to break through. The air stood still and chilled the flesh of the few people around: A grim, silent man clad in black leather and holding a cruel axe; a middle aged woman with a stern face but wet eyes; a girl clutching at her skirts while tears spilled down her face, and, walking slowly across the grounds with an accompanying guard, another young woman. Her face was a soft valley of tranquility. She was dressed in a plain gown and her flaxen hair was unsheathed from its usual cap to billow around her shoulders and wind down