Frost on Her Pillow - Cradle Of Filth

Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral

Where she lies in thrall

To a slippery coffin

I first saw her grin in this graven lair

My heart starting to canter

Snow white skin and raven hair

Lips full red as a blood decanter

But hatred hunted there

In tyranny’s mirror

The magickal rites

Turned with jealousy

On a young reflection

Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night

Now the evenings are longing

Shadows delight

And frost on her pillow

Glitters by the moonlight

Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways

This past midnight Cinderella

With a smile like the winter sun

On a misty day

And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas

But poison stunted there

Seven trees weaving

Arbour on nights

Spent in ecstasy

Neath their woodland awning

She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs

A weeping willow

Wicked willed to sleep

There’s frost on her pillow

At the cost of mourning

Now the lands fall gray, Devils revel and obey

A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella

The Queen of hearts tarred

By the cards she’s swift to play

In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways

Our fairytale is over

My love lies dead

The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia

Misadventure strides instead

A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray

Pressed against the glass in pain

One final graven kiss to say

My love I will avenge

Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed

Beneath the tree-enstrangled moon

Why did you have to leave so soon

My illuminary friend?

But hatred hunted there

In tyranny’s mirror

That justified spite

Turned armageddon

On a stunned reflection

Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night

Summer is coming

New flames ignite

And frost on her pillow

Is lost to morning light