Red chains around neck,
stuck tightly to a holder;
a gravity pull towards,
unknown magical boulder.

On a deep nightfall,
arms around his shoulder;
tattoos down his arm,
as the wind gets colder.

Only the time had known,
for this he had mold her;
through the dark phases,
pushing just to close her.

Breath's slow shudders,
as he deliberately sold her;
her little scar to get lighter,
and his crimes to get older.