Leaving all of her inhibitions torn.
Curtains open, let's set the scene
Her eyes fell on fair Persephone.
With eyes like other-world stars
And his heart still stained with underworld scars.
So bright they hurt his darkened eyes,
Black with years of terrible lives.
For every soul that he had seen
Every soiled and horrid, terrible being
Crawling before him, red letter scorned,
Begging of him as he sat on that throne.
That throne cast of fury and might
Of loves labors lost that he neglected to fight.
He's a judge of sorts, the dealer of cards
And what he has in his hand-- he's worked so hard,
An King and a Queen and an ace up his sleeve,
But those eyes make quick work of their thievery.
Like descending winding stairs,
Down and down, more than her share,
Stealing his heart and his eyes and his smile
And getting away with it for a while.
But what he can't know is his eyes do the same,
Their sooty footprints dirty her frame.
And she smirks as she feels herself let him in,
Opens the door built just for him.
Alls theres a smokescreen, a pretty facade
Built out of cardboard and torn paper dolls--
The ghosts of her childhood, her loves, and her laughs,
And he ate them up, thinking them glass.
But then there's a flicker, and she sees in his eyes,
He's burning the paper, and he sees the lies
What's behind them is beautiful, but tragically so
He whispers a please, to see what she'll show.
Revealing herself to dark company,
Was never her intention, or his, but finally...
He begs her for answers and begs her for truth
And she stares at him as he reads her truth.
They haven't met, but before they did
She watched unfold the secrets she hid.
Deep in her heart, a treasure chest
Bound with chains again and again
Again and again and again and again
Until she thought she was less than a friend.
More like an enemy with the way he played,
Lobbying serving and-- a crying shame.
And he says hello, and asks her name.
