Swaying Serpents Sing
Of a troubled woman's woe
A Beauty, A Monstrosity
A Legend All alone

A flicker of her eyes,
A glimpse of her gaze
A moment unexpected,
Left within a Haze

She whispers

Be my graveyard king
A stone-cold memory
A living soul set free
Petrified With me

Skin so Smooth
And a Heart so Rough
Eyes that leave you paralyzed
One look is not enough

Past Lives all around
They stand as statues now
Stuck on the board of fate
Surrounded, Checkmate

Looking for her graveyard king
A stone-cold memory
A love that cannot be
Petrified with me

Here's my biggest secret
I don't like living alone
I need you here
Give flesh to my bones

Be my graveyard king
And lift the curse from me
For all eternity


Garrett Weskamp