|He is curious to most misunderstood by all; Tall, dark, and thin his pride will not let his confidence fall.
With intrigue he cast his shadow upon thee, yet she detached and denied ever so confidently.
He chased her through the twisted wood and weaving webs, like eerie shadows of the past that remained in his head.
She never turned to see if true love it may be, her love was a knife and it was cutting his running knee.
The blood poured he never scored but scarred forever he will be his heart will never forget the woman that will never be.
A passing glance, a midnight dance, a chance that she never gave to thee, makes his heart that much weaker for his next desire to reap.