A stolen hair

Perhaps something more fair

Rose petals and fallen snow

Into a cauldron to face the unknown

For skin softer than my own

I chant, I pray, I scream.

Let it all rest in the moonlight

An eye for an eye

It may leave her blind

But I’ve always wanted emeralds in mine.

I chant, I pray, I scream

Is it worth the price?

Does it count..

If it's a stolen sacrifice?

I did not even think twice

I chant, I pray, I scream

This has always been the ugliest thing in me.