9 December 2012
I thought the devil was a myth For evil and pain I can't deal with But he grabbed me and looked into my eyes Happy now that he got his prize
I look around me it's just me and him Th mystical creature is now my prince The lights were dim A beautiful face I see now to which I can't wince
Under the golden moon we stand Wrapping me with an old satin sheet Soft touches from his hand Send shivers from my heart to my feet
I want him to touch me With his mystical hands I want him to reach me Feel him on his tanned sand
I followed him to a river Reflecting all the colors that the night delivers Following my devil trail To his sepia river, creating a new tale.
Sepia River • Opuss № I