Noir...

As her knight fades into the night,
A thousand questions begin to unfurl,
Dressed in deceit and debauchery,
Masked in the promises of love...

Sensuality was one with his blood,
Sowed his seeds like fierce arrows,
Arrows aimed at an innocent woman's heart,
In all her love and virginal faith...

As primitive as the Earth,
She wanted to sense the fertile fire within him,
Caressing the land which bore the soil of insolence,
She started her expedition to the heart of the motherland...

The motherland that thrived within its own ruins,
The Motherland where life began,
The Motherland that saw deep destruction,
The Motherland that bore cold, loveless children...

She dug deep within the Motherlands soul,
Only to be left wounded, empty and shattered,
Then she headed back,
She never took the dark road, wound within its own mysteries..