Nothing More Cruel - Re: Christmas Day

She stole Christmas Day
Led the moon away
And took their charm to heart
She stole flowers from the Spring
Falling Autumn leaves
And dancing freely under Summer stars
But i'm the leper, cold
Done, and dying in the snow
Knowing that my heart is hard to have
Cause she's Springtime in the flesh
But i'm the god of death
Who's found no rest in Persephone's grasp

She's the golden hoard
Guarded by the sword
Of the kingdom of my insufficient worth
And she's the cripple's cure
Crystalline and pure
That i'll never taste no matter how I hurt
Cause i'm the Christmas dog
Your kids no longer want
Dumped along the sides of foreign roads
And pallid here I stand
Feeding from the hand
Of a shadow cast by love i'll never know

She's a foreign god
Lifting up a song
But will never know the call of heathen toungues
And she's a celtic fae
With banners painted gray
Who'll never know the green of which i've sung
And i'm the templar knight
Who's foolish battle cry
Will only serve to spite the god I fear
Or the cynic on his knees
Who's trembling hands will plead
To a voice he hasn't heard in years

She's the first and last
All I wish to have
All my heavy heart has hounded for
Her beauty is my fire
Stoked of raw desire
And i've never known a flame like that before
Maybe i'm a fool
Pining for the cruel
But i've never seen a star to match her shine
So i'll fear no early death
I've made peace with final breath
Knowing that i've known this star of mine

Written by:
Daniel Horton

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