Loving him was heaven. Loving him was hell.
—And she held him close, until the day that she fell.

This love was cast cruel. This love was not kind.
Yet still she couldn't get him, out of her mind.

He hit her with poison, tore her skin black and blue.
'Till her smile was no more, gone with the dawns hue.
'Till she cried out for mercy, words a whisper like the wind. 'Till her bones lined the earth, and body by creatures, skinned.

This love was cast cruel. This love was not kind.
—But in all she still loved him, as with him love was blind.