Fell Hand

In the forest beneath the hills
A cavern's yawning mouth
Housed the maiden and her wyrm
In darkness holding out

Seeking only to heal the wound
Her Love had handed down
Cruel lord of stolen lands
Usurper of the Krown

Great shadow moves across the darkened sky
Violet sheet is blotting out the moon
The Girl who slew a thousand mortal men
Stands before the boy who she once knew

And she looks into his eyes
Is there anything left?
Of the Love once so pure and true
Can she do what she came to do?

His Love for her was his saving grace
Shadows fled from the fire of his heart
But on the night of the hidden moon
Nothing still remained
Coldest gaze and in his hand a blade