Walk gently on that treacherous path
Step carefully on that soft lush grass
You have to believe in yourself
And trust stories you heard long back
You'll reach a door, open it with eyes
Step inside, and find a room of surprise
You'll see, old as age itself, on her seat
And as young as your next heart beat
Go carefully near her, not looking at door
Step closer, till you hear her voice, no more
Listen to what she tells you and be quite
Don't ask her back even if its not alright
She'll tell you things you didn't know
Things that didn't exist except tomorrow
Things you did, you saw, and forgot in haste
About yourself, that you spend and waste
Don't show her your fear, be brave
She's is more fragile, waiting for a save
She'll show you colors! Splendid charms
Be brave! She means you no harms
But you, you run away, blood on hand
Blood on lawn, blood wherever you stand
You came to her, hearing ancient stories
Stories of those who never saw her glories
You always go back, to pride and comfort
To ways known, paths of your world
But when you sleep, you dream of her
Her beauty, her voice and her murder
Climb up to your library, and find her in books
Climb down to your harem, and find her looks
Smell her rot, see her corpse, visions so true
When will oh fool, you'll realize! You killed you
